To Rise Again
No ordered enchantment,
no purpose in luck
No dreams in forgetting,
no lover mistook
A bells rings in silence
when ears have gone dry
A bat’s in the chimney
when fire’s denied
All hail to the wonder,
all hail to the chiefs
All hail to the proctor,
all hail disbelief
Indentured we mingle,
inclement we fall
Inspired we stumble
—in spite of it all
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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