Stealing fire from the gods
Prometheus would yearn
And pass it off to humankind
whose banishment interred
Their feet into the glowing coals
but faith out from the dark
Enlightenment a powder keg
—uncareful wishing sparks
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Fealty's Bow
Everything
points to something
the many to the one
Everyone
liege to someone
with fealty’s bow restrung
Everywhere
started somewhere
whose map undrawn curates
Every song
birthed in silence
—where voices incubate
(The New Room: September, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Great work Kurt.
Thanks again, Thomas.
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