The End
Death
steals all perspective
no looking forward
or looking back
Finality
zero — sum — zero
relativity
lost in its tracks
***
One Final Question
Bending the circle
inward
Pushing dimension
out
Finding true value
where logic defies
One final question
— all answers in doubt
***
The Wages Of Sin
When the forest is gone
and you’re sitting dethroned
Where the trees and the animals
once freely roamed
Tomorrow comes crashing
through yesterday’s gate
The present transporting
— the guilt and the hate
***
Sentenced Unnamed
Alone with old thoughts
my past on the run
And cornered distraught
with fate zero-sum
Secluded sequestered
and sentenced unnamed
The court jester’s chattel
— a minstrel of shame
***
Bartering Fame
Renting the future
in debt to last year
Tomorrow defaulting
unpaid in arrears
Pawning each memory
bartering fame
Trading lost moments
— for wishes reclaimed
***
Set Free
Speaking
without words
Painting
without rings
Walking
without steps
Flying
without wings
Beathing
without air
Feeling
without touch
Hearing
without sound
Knowing
— without such
***
The Fire Of Change
A path between
conflicting worlds
He walked a road
of hope
The product of a
captive raid
Quanah sought
to cope
His spirit caught
between the folds
In buckskin born
of lace
To dance around
the fire of change
Blue eyes
— and painted face
***
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2026 12:28
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My friend, I connect deeply with the existential current flowing beneath all of this. Especially the way you wrestle with value, memory, and meaning while never pretending certainty exists. “One Final Question” and “Set Free” especially lingered with me long after reading. Beautifully thoughtful work, Kurt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Bartering fame my favorite of the day and it must be Quanah Parker that is being referred to.
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