Kurt Philip Behm

Sunday Sound Bites

Closing Act

 

I write every day

on the chance that just one

of my many inscriptions

survive zero-sum

 

To then be remembered

requoted in fact

eternity waiting

— my one closing act

 

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One Truth

 

Truism furrows

reseeded with dread

Buried redundant

 and lost in the bed

Destiny harvests

 but only one truth

Planted inside us

— eternity’s root

 

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Found

 

In search

of tomorrow

Eternity’s

child

 

Lost in

 the maelstrom

Found

— in a smile

 

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Likeness Indentured

 

Lost in the

mirror

Sequestered

alone

 

Reflecting

an image

Contrived

to the bone

 

Silvered

deception

Embedded

profane

 

Likeness

indentured

Ego

— ordained

 

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