It lives
in the margins
betwixt and between
Visible
yet fleeting
a light once unseen
When reaching
to touch
its magic forestalls
Lost to that
moment
— posterity calls
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Ayrton
He learned
to race
before
he walked
The world
too slow
his freedom
caught
To fans
who watched
and those
who loved
His spirit
soars
at speed
— above
(The New Room: December, 2024)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hear the sound thereof, but canst not tell from whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: so is everyone that is born of the Spirit."
Amen, thanks.
So well said it defines well that intangible aspect that we call genius
Thanks Soren. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you as well
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