Distant meandering,
macro denial
the moment a slave
to eternity’s child
Caught on a tether,
all freedom a myth
the boundaries self-serving
with nothing at risk
The sum past the tally,
its measure unscored
the players outnumbered
their names to obscure
Distant meandering,
macro denial
a lens that won’t focus
—an image beguiled
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Okay I love the play on words with the title and this poem is very weighty. The diction is cleverly collected and the meaning is so true. Bravo! 👍
Thanks Rocky.
Kurt,
‘a lens that won’t focus
—an image beguiled’
What will it take to focus that lens?!
A very interesting and intriguing poem. Had to read it a few times. It really made me think…and that’s a good think.
Thank you for sharing, my dear Poet.
Laura🌻
Thanks, my favorite form of expression.
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