Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Fantasy Escapes

No clock can lay claim
  to the moment untimed

Though hands finely set
  still a mystery divine

Each tick plays a cadence
  to what is now past

But what of the future
  its measure uncast

We plot and record it
  hours, minutes, they chime

As all fantasy escapes
  —this delusion of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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