To never change a mind that’s closed
or stroke the lion’s mane
With fate embedded, etched in stone
you’re left with what remains
In tunnels dark and burrowed deep
you hide from nature’s wrath
Whose last denial, truth reviled
—reseeds the garden path
(The New Room: July, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Brilliant!
(but for me, it would be:
'In tunnels dark and burrowed deep
you hide from *callous Fate's*, wrath'
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