The spirit travels
where facts can’t go
Past the borders
of what’s to know
Equated speech,
its truth unrhymed
Dogmatic, to amend
in time
But freedom calls,
its voice impends
One last beginning
—that seeks no end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2019 13:19
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments1
Kurt,
To read your work is to soothe one’s pain!
Glad to read you again!
~Laur~
Thanks
You’re welcome!
I’m so distracted lately that I didn’t even notice my misspelled name!
‘Tis...
~Laura~
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