Cobbled Stones Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Cobbled Stones



The path to eternity
weaves and turns
As choices deceive
and judgment burns

Its labyrinth changing
and mirror lined
Voices in transit
new order unrhymed

Pursuit often folly
refusal is death
The push is internal
escaping your breath

Beginnings unending
the past in refute
Each moment unfolding
—beyond all repute

(Dreamsleep: October,2022)

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