Kurt Philip Behm

Cresting The Hill

Living

 a dream ...

Reality

 orphaned

Time in a

capsule

Sealed away

from our view

 

Embracing

the crowd

Shunning

the critic

Poseurs

retreating

 To hide in

the queue

 

Moving

each soul

To joy

or to terror

Art

holding sway

Over darkness

and light

 

Onward

we move

Immune

to convention

And cresting

the hill

Our spirits

— take flight

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)