The Journey (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Artists reach beyond themselves,

to be more than who they are

 

The journey never at an end,

nor ever near—but far

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

 

 

The Choking Of Angels

 

Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost—Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself
—as night erupts


(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2020 11:20
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Beautiful, Kurt.
    We do reach, but the perfect fruit always seems to be too far to pluck.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thank God, right Fred. Your reach should always
      exceed your grasp.

      Thanks for reading.



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