The wiring harness
connecting life
crossed
but grounded sure
Eluding sight
and force of will
its power
most secure
And only seen
when time shorts out
in flashes
not to last
Of red and black
and green contacts
that charge
— the future past
(The New Room: January, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Ah Kurt you struck a nerve and short circuited me. In reading this I remembered doing some wiring in the old house I was remodeling and the rat nest of wires in the ceiling that were red, black, white, green and yellow. I knew that the red was supposed to be hot but so too could be the white the green was supposed to be ground but with such a nest I was unsure of anything. A good read my friend and Happy New Year to you
Thanks Soren, empowering us behind the scene. All the best in 2026.
You are most welcome Kurt the best to you as well
Kurt, this is precise and quietly philosophical. You let wiring, color, and time speak together, suggesting continuity even through shorting and sparks. By the end, the future feels charged by what’s already been lived. Strong, thoughtful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Deeply appreciated with thanks.
You are most welcome, my friend!
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