'And Yet It Moves' Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

'And Yet It Moves'



Reason
without evidence
Truth
without form

Burning
the ladder
Immune
from the scorn

Nuance
to sleepwalk
As reality
dreams

Proof
in the eye
Galileo
redeemed

(Dreamsleep: February,2023)

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