Living at maximum RPM,
the world outside surrounds me
Setting traps and digging holes
to slow my motion down
I bob and weave, increasing speed,
the pitfalls deep and mighty
Hunted for the threat I pose
—their treadmills overwound
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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'the pitfalls deep and mighty
Hunted for the threat I pose'..
and that's the very, few
who dare to acknowledge the power
contained
in each fibre, of the freedom they breathe
with purposed: Intent!
(if you're not part of the majority, ignorant Herd
prepare for the wolves
to track your every move
for your spark of defiance
fast translates into their callous joy: of the Hunt)..
a thought provoking read, dear poet
so many meaningful observations
worded eloquently: relatable
I’m glad it resonated.
Thanks L. B.
Kurt
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