Censored To Oblivion
The half cost of silence
is still overpriced
Each question unspoken
a chasm for vice
When blind to the moment
all vision exhausts
Each voice that is muted
— its own holocaust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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