Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The Devil's Teapot
—a witches brew

Remembrance poured
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Mountains are never as grave as the Sea,
great heights with all dangers exposed

But depths that lay sullen, undiscovered, and dark
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Eat the dessert first,
balance be damned

The icing to start
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Persuader inside me
dark sweetness cajoling

A talisman dangles
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Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep
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Without there being a God,
we could never question his existence

Through the shadows of the interrogatory
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I sold my soul
for new meter and rhyme

Trading salvation
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Longer than forever
much deeper than today

My heart to pass between
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The one answer left to me
is captured in verse

Old roadmap destroyed
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Where intellect ends,
the spirit begins

Capstone reversing
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