The emptiness
between
all thought
is a siren
Life
only gives birth
in cogent
reflection
Her wasteland
is dark
if she traps
you outside
Distilling
the distance
between
body and soul
Neither coming
nor going
existence
implodes
Neither coming
nor going
the schism
explodes
Neither coming
nor going
all motion
is dead
Neither coming
nor going
only madness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Powerful
Thanks Thomas, great to hear from you.
What a powerful piece, Kurt. The whole poem feels suspended in that terrible space where movement, certainty, and even identity begin to break down…until all that remains is the mind staring into itself. Dark as hell, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, the darkness is a trap.
A very strong write and thought. Madness defined by the crowd where one's measurement is taken. A lovely write my friend
very well written seems to be true i have mentall ilness am in a halfway house
You are now in my daily Rosary.
Reminds me of that cautionary were lady Wisdom admonishes the young man. A strong poem.
Thanks, appreciated.
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
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