The music trying to catch up with itself
as I sit here in the dark
—a figment of a lost dimension
—a remnant of some other duality
This place becoming a steppingstone
to what is now already gone
and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,
passing through itself to what might have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Time's Betrothal
Married to the moment,
divorced from everything else
my vows repeated over and over
—this present forever to begin
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Beautiful Kurt, I like both of them. And I think we all should be more 'married to the moment' as you so eloquently say.
Thanks so much, Fred.
I could read each one and find ten different things to write about, then I could read them together in that juxtaposition mindset and write another ten things,
brilliantly executed!
Happy Holidays
Thanks LB. Your insightful commenting always makes my day.
Kurt
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