Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The end layers over the beginning
in contours of time
Blanketing the middle
in consorts of connection
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Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well
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The past and the future
fold into the present
Conceptually vacant
twice empty refrains
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Violence though not always evil
—the love of violence is

(Dreamsleep: September,2022)
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What is it you know
what does anyone know…
The sand through your fingers
the wind through the years
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Leaky Poets
dripping Prose
Words secreted
left unchose
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Heaviest is the heart
—that wears the frown

(Dreamsleep: May,2022)
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Boiling away the edges
letting the core expand
Limitations drifting free
clarity at hand
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Reaching for the universe
fate extends a hand
Shortcut to Andromeda
route at its command
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I knew it long before the end
my affairs to order fast
The days once promised now recalled
my future is my past
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