Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Never let the perfect
steal the treasure from what's good

Never let epiphany's flame
...

Richer than a platinum mountain,
more wealthy than a Sheik

The words I'm gifted lie bejeweled,
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Suicide,
the death of the self

Consciousness martyred
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The idea of God,
eternal, complete

The knowledge of God
...

Endowed with words,
I run to the page

Hoping my pen
...

That left undone while living,
a bedside chat won't cure

Death coming fast, the first now last,
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‘Wana Hin Gle' the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle' my given name

‘He Who Happens Now, ' the drum beat has found me,
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