You’ll never cross
the maelstrom
if your courage
has been stripped
Or trip the light
fantastic
when you’re crippled
at the hip
You can’t escape
the jungle
when the path
leads further in
Or greet the
new horizon
in a darkness
— mired in sin
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Well Kurt I would agree with the first three but the last one kind of leaves me hopeless. Good write my friend
Thanks SB.
Kurt, this carries a relentless sense of entrapment. The movement from outward peril into inward captivity reveals the deepest barrier within the traveler…I have known seasons when every attempt at progress only pulled me deeper into myself. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Great insights, thanks.
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