Collective self-consciousness,
the well where I draw
old voices and struggles
lie deep in its craw
What’s shared but unstated,
reflexively pawned
to borrow ungiven
the right to what’s wrong
Collective self-consciousness,
polarity’s friend
unspoken meridian
between fact and pretend
To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won
(The New Room: February, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
‘To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won’
Wow…🤩…overtaken by emotion while reading your incredible poem.
You never cease to amaze me with your writings, my dear Poet.
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Laura 🌻
Again, very kind.
Thanks Laura
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