Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Compression ingestion
The world starts to implode
The numbers insipient
—any space now in rows
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If Keats was right,
and beauty is truth...

Then what lies of this world
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Everything written to inspire,
—rises above our nature

Everything written to inspire,
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Animals think,
and animals react

Animals sleep,
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Can you be conscious
without being self conscious,
philosophers disagree
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In reference to nothing
In search of itself
The truth burns in fury
An iceberg to melt
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All time shattered memory,
and faces now past

Stare back as I dream
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All of our passions
border on sin

The reasoning gray,
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Running from who you are
—the end closes in

Where robbed of any more new
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To change one word and rock the world,
—a new verse dancing free

Its weight unmeasured and breadth untold,
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