Slipping Away
The notion of time
a potion sublime
A bottomless pit
the physicists fit
Today or tomorrow
the future or past
As your arms wrap around it
—your hands lose their grasp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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