The—trap Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The—trap



Its flow an accordion,
to stretch and compress
A double delusion,
old memory suppressed
New moments upon us,
the instant revealed
Time claiming them all
—redundant concealed

(Dreamsleep: October,2021)

Saturday, October 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,october
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