The Lyric's Unborn
The music trying to catch up with itself
as I sit here in the dark
—a figment of a lost dimension
—a remnant of some other duality
This place becoming a steppingstone
to what is now already gone
and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,
passing through itself to what might have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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