Torches Rage
The past is but a distant flame,
with reasons there disowned
Where fire burns in effigy,
to singe that falsely known
The ages but a candle dim,
its wick burned to the quick
As torches rage from deep within
—all time a kindling stick
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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