A Mutilated Oneness Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
A Mutilated Oneness
Visionary's promise,
what's never seen
Believers die invested,
in lives that wait
Junctions of immunity,
and sweeter air
A mutilated oneness,
—we call the truth
(West Philadelphia: January,1973)
Friday, December 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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4/26/2024 3:00:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very provocative work, sir. I am fascinated by the image of the horizon which a visionary can see, but which so rarely becomes the reality of a destination. The sense that belief can remove us from the moment as we become more invested in the expectation. And the age old question, What is truth? . Tightly woven contemplations worthy of consideration. Thank you!