Silent but deadly,
the judgment of eyes
One look as your warning,
intensity cries
When meant for you only,
all others to miss
The glare in the staring
—unholiest tryst
(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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everywhere there's a few
'like minded' gathering of people
preaching to their own choir
creating an insulated cocoon of a 'safe space' for each other, only..
you can assume, in short order
'a pseudo aristocracy will manifest'
from within that group
and those few, 'chosen'
will devolve
fighting to keep that taste of power and influence, they now crave..
'rinse and repeat'
times millenniums, and spread it like a plague: conquering a planet
and that's why
anytime, we humans try to govern ourselves, inevitably
we end-up, sabotaging ourselves...
Ask not for whom the bell tolls…
Kurt
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