Running off
to somewhere else
the past tracks
close behind
Its shadow looming
steps in place
while preying
to remind
That time pursues
the fleetest man
with doggedness
and ire
To kindle each
mistaken step
into a raging
— fire
(The New Room: December, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: December 8th, 2025 08:20
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Comments3
Where's the brigade?
Must be an inferno behind me Kurt. Backtracking would only burn one's feet. I'm waiting for the shadow to catch fire.
That sounds like the topic for a poem 🙂
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