Seeing — Unseeing
the words drift away
far into the current
of what’s left to say
Passing my cortex
and into the void
where blind recognition
awaits to destroy
Familiar or foreign
once stopped in their tracks
new meaning escapes
with no looking back
The Poet’s eyes squinting
as light filters out
transcendence recaptured
ascendance remounts
Through slivering darkness
a vision appears
and mocking the order
old images clear
Those words once discarded
reform juxtaposed
through eyes resurrected
— released from the flow
(Septa R5: July, 2024)
Agnostic Nightmare
The fear of God
is not as threatening
As the fear
— he might not be
(Augustinian Graveyard: July, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Well said, Kurt.
Something with no beginning and no end has always been here and is responsible for everything.
Amen, Jerry.
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