Closing Act
I write every day
on the chance that just one
of my many inscriptions
survive zero-sum
To then be remembered
requoted in fact
eternity waiting
— my one closing act
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One Truth
Truism furrows
reseeded with dread
Buried redundant
and lost in the bed
Destiny harvests
but only one truth
Planted inside us
— eternity’s root
**
Found
In search
of tomorrow
Eternity’s
child
Lost in
the maelstrom
Found
— in a smile
**
Likeness Indentured
Lost in the
mirror
Sequestered
alone
Reflecting
an image
Contrived
to the bone
Silvered
deception
Embedded
profane
Likeness
indentured
Ego
— ordained
**
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
well written. Your poems revolve around the exploration of existence, identity, and the quest for meaning in life. The poems reflect on concepts such as memory, truth, eternity, and self-reflection, in which you're matter encompasses the struggles of the individual in seeking recognition, understanding one's place in the universe, and confronting the nature of self-image and ego.
Thanks. My training was in Philosophy & Theology.
Found and Closing act my picks of the day they just felt right some how Kurt and I could identify with both
I'm glad they both worked. Thanks again, Soren.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this carries a reflective weight… time, identity, and what endures all woven together. Each piece feels like another facet of the same question, and it holds steady throughout. It stays with you. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Kind words — most appreciated.
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