Fantasy Escapes Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Fantasy Escapes



No clock can lay claim
to the moment untimed

Though hands finely set
still a mystery divine

Each tick plays a cadence
to what is now past

But what of the future
its measure uncast

We plot and record it
hours, minutes, they chime

As all fantasy escapes
—this delusion of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)

Friday, July 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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