Hypostasis Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Hypostasis

The only thing
we can be sure of
is death

The only one
we truly know
is ourself

Every time
a moment's lost
a memory's gained

Every time
creation mourns
—tomorrow cries

(Dreamsleep: August,2023)

Saturday, August 26, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: august
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