From Grandfather
Waiting for yesterday,
I was delivered the voice
Whose tongue universal,
beyond reason and choice
Waiting for yesterday,
my time had arrived
Death hunting itself
—my spirit alive
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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