What once held me captive,
now sets me free
My wanderlust blowing away
The clouds and horizon,
that buttressed my world
Meld, as the night into day
Those words never chosen,
survive on their own
Verses dry, all wings taking flight
What used to confound me,
present, future, and past
Joined as one—in a fusion of light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
In Conflict
Intellectual emotion,
emotional logic
Distinct, or one and the same
The mind seeks control,
the spirit rebels
In conflict—prescience regained
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
The Devil's Betrothal
Without hope,
condemned to desire
Without dreams
—all courtship is death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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From light we come and shall return everything in one ... what we were teaches us who we are 🌹
Thanks for reading
Pleasure🌹
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