Hidden Deep Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Hidden Deep



The artist
must fondle the spark
while avoiding the flame

Never surrendering
to the heat
as light's wonder calls his name

A flashing
of transcendence
escaping the warden of imprisoned time

Where the gold is buried deep
and hidden
—in mysteries still to mine

(State College Pennsylvania: October,1977)

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