Bridging the gap…
hate falling away
Into the chasm,
fate tightens the stays
Forging two armies,
to now fight as one
Entreating their union
—Saint Michael has come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Highway 61
Maintaining his distance,
Dylan felt safe
A musical drifter
not born for one place
His words once released,
to live on their own
The road calling windward
—far from his home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Fault Line
Clothed in fraud,
his disguise supreme
Frightening listeners,
confusion schemed
His world inside,
a caldera waits
Armageddon trembling
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Just loved the idea of the two armies joining forces to disperse hate. Very cleverly done!
Thanks so much! Only an Archangel could make that happen.
Kurt
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