Writing
in margins
where words never go
The meaning
bipolar
whose ink doesn’t show
Living
inceptive
divorced from the light
Married
to emptiness
— unstringing my kite
(The New Room: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
A poem of the unseen that that exists unnoticed and invisible but never the less existent. Very nice
Amen, thanks Soren.
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks again, Tony.
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