You can live
ad infinitum
until you die
but once
The end of all
beginning
a finality
that trumps
You can live
free of its power
but not beyond
its grip
The underside
of sentience
in shadows
— looming thick
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Sentence Cast
I climbed in bed
to wait for death
the past
a fleeting memory
I pled the case
in my defense
whose verdict
found me guilty
My sentence cast
without appeal
a victim of
my trials
Alone to die
in hope belied
my condemnation
— final
(The New Room: January, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Another couple of splendidly written poems. Nicely done Kurt
Thanks again, Soren.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, these two pieces speak to each other beautifully. One names death as an inescapable horizon, the other makes it intimate and immediate. Together they form a quiet reckoning with finality and self judgment that doesn’t ask for comfort. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
And powerful and poignant commenting as usual. Thanks again.
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