The words came as gifts
from the land of proposal,
a voice of enchantment heard far, far, away
Wrapped in the promise
of a better tomorrow,
new bows made of letters untie and defray
Although undeserved but never unwanted,
in the vanishing darkness
feelings pledge with the dawn
As thoughts await marriage, the silence has ended,
a committed engagement
—betrothed in a song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
De Factorum
Reality is…
how could it be any other way
(Beaupre: March, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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I'll lean on the genius of Gertrude Stein to express my reaction to your write today, since my words fail me,
(for context, I'm referring to modernity's gradual disenchantment with the 'supposedly' archaic principals of betrothal):
' The cannot.
A note.
They cannot
A float.
They cannot.
They dote.
They cannot.
They as denote.
Miracles play.
Play fairly.
Play fairly well.
A well.
As well.
As or as presently.
Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches.'
from 'If I told Him, A completed portrait of Picasso'
Very nice, enjoyed!
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