You can’t fall off
the middle
Direction
yours to choose
Which way conceals
your downfall
Which way
awaits the Muse
The center offers
safety
Encircled
in the flow
Whose currents
hide a Siren
Enticing
— you below
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Ah yes Kurt straddling the fence is a favorite past time of many, me included when I'm not sure, which is most of the time. A good read my friend
Thanks for the insight.
Your writing is enjoyable and reminiscent of a professor I had at Berkeley, with a wealth of experience evident in your work.
Your poem speaks to universal human experiences of choice, safety, and the allure of what lies beyond stability.
So very kind of you ...
You're so welcome
My friend, I recognize this choice between motion and stillness, between direction and surrender. The question of where the Muse waits versus where the fall begins feels deeply familiar. This resonates. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Something we share.
Indeed!. 😊
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