Hollow Grams
Distant meandering,
macro denial
the moment a slave
to eternity’s child
Caught on a tether,
all freedom a myth
the boundaries self-serving
with nothing at risk
The sum past the tally,
its measure unscored
the players outnumbered
their names to obscure
Distant meandering,
macro denial
a lens that won’t focus
—an image beguiled
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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