Kurt Philip Behm

Fear Stalks The Night

Making sense of it all…

our grandest myth


Wisdom born of age,

bleeds from youth’s betrayal


Questions drying unvarnished,

naked meanings


Darker darks reface the cliff,

edges sharper cut


Two images, clearer than before,

preying in deadly contrast


As wonder divides the day,

—fear stalks the night


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)


  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

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