From The Rooftops Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

From The Rooftops



The more I figure something out,
the less the words impact

When trading dreams for cogent schemes,
the verse comes weak and flat

The more I chase the clouds away,
the clearer are the doubts

That misty haze around my gaze,
whose whisper—now a shout

(Dreamsleep: March,2021)

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