The Dying Trance
A soul will rot
in boredom
The spirits
dying trance
Once disengaged
all feelings fade
without
— a sideward glance
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
What Eyes Miss
Children
cross those barriers
that adult’s
hide behind
Wading
into no man’s land
instinctively
alive
Children
cast fate to the wind
without
a second thought
Seeing
what our eyes will miss
in strictures
— we’ve been taught
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Voices
Alive
no longer conscious
my words
survive the grave
When read aloud
to lift my shroud
in voices
— time belayed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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It is the last one that struck me the hardest Kurt all very nicely done my friend
Thanks so much, again. We all write in hope that our words will survive us.
Kurt, that first one hits uncomfortably close. I know what it’s like when disengagement starts taking everything else with it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm not sure I've ever really been bored, but it strikes me as a prelude to death.
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