Is there truth without belief,
facts left on their own
Disconnected from themselves,
answers poorly shown
Can dogma live in vacuums,
when empty of itself
Will formulaic reasoned minds
—conscript what goes unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
"Perchance To Dream"
We make our beds and lie in them
—whether we sleep or not
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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as ever a thought provokingly prickly write, intuitively witty
Thanks again, LB. Much appreciated.
Kurt
I find this very deep with a whisper of meaning from beyond the reaches I perceive. Love it. Thanks.
Thanks so much, RDS.
Kurt
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