We die
but once
while living
through a horror
a thousand times
We die
but once
ignoring
what our freedom
most defines
All life’s
a choice
our future claimed
when dealt
at our behest
Another
chance
to beat the dealer
the trump card
— in our vests
(Septa R5: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Cheating death every man's game some win and some loose but the house always wins and if one plays long enough one leaves with empty pockets. Nicely done Kurt
Thanks Soren.
You are most welcome Kurt
Kurt, the idea of dying “a thousand times” while living hit me. That internal rehearsal of fear, regret, second-guessing…you distilled it cleanly. Then you pivot to choice and agency. That shift feels empowering. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR.
You're welcome, Kurt
Well said. We experience many challenges and struggles that feel like deaths, we only truly die once.
Amen and thank you.
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