Perception
lives within itself
with no start or end
Reflection
puts the moment straight
when confusion bends
Prescience
is tomorrow calling
to damn or save
Conscience
the only thing you’ll carry
— beyond the grave
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt, what a powerful piece. This has that philosophical bite I always enjoy in your work…especially the movement from perception toward conscience and what ultimately survives us. Excellent write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Heartwarming words again. Thanks TR.
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