The Pendulum Stops
When what in essence changes
the ground beneath you shakes
No longer can you take for granted
four plus four is eight
When daylight turns to madness
each shadow undermines
What faith has borne and left forlorn
—clocks no longer chime
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: September, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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