In Shadows Grow
The mother lode of nighttime verse,
arriving late
—by Satan cursed
The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
old words unbirthed
—in shadows grow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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