Nothing leaves a footprint
like a memory burned
Deep into the consciousness
of those unlearned
Nothing grows more deadly
than the force of will
It powers every weapon
it vanquishes with skill
Nothing braves tomorrow
like a wish on fire
Its light forever’s beacon
to each soul aspired
Nothing is more final
than a dying breath
Words exiting their prison
—eternity’s rosette
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Beautiful imagery! Very well done!
Thanks Charlie
how I missed your Genius, wise Poet
those two first verses, can be unfurled to help us glean
some of the disquieting truths in humanity's nature:
'Deep into the consciousness
of those unlearned
Nothing grows more deadly
than the force of will'
(in a Time when what is claimed as New
is often what generations before Knew
ergo, our modernity
is but an aesthetic ideal of cyclical regression
so as to grasp archaic wisdom's smoke signals
now transferred to digital screens, pages being flicked through with our nose tips
after mere glances...
see
we built the Museums, but forgot to accrue the knowledge
and ain't that just typical of us
'oh humanity, how much potential
we waste
in each neglected generation we sacrifice
assuming, ease of life is what matters most'
Poignancy abounds,
Thanks LB
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