That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back
What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space
Where freedom
and choice
become duly
— erased
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
The Holy Warrior
Through all
of his failings
and all
of his faults
His memory
redemptive
his conscience
set free
Through all
of the battles
and all
of the scars
His soul
still a virgin
his heart
— is pristine
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt this philosophical enigma merits a fave. Very cleverly written in good rhyme it lays out the impossibility of free choice in a vacuum of ignorance. Loved it
Thanks so much.
Clever write, highlighting that for many through their own ignorance freedom was never an option, enjoyed the read
Thanks so much.
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