Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Well said Kurt in such poetic terms and rhyme it is not what we say or see but what we experience that makes us who we are. Lovely and a fave
Thanks Soren ... The Illusion Of Reality.
You are most welcome Kurt isn't everything?
Kurt, this is lean and incisive. Observation, intention, and avoidance collide line by line, leaving the truth just out of reach. The restraint gives it real force. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Again, with thanks and appreciation.
Most welcome, Kurt.
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