My Present Spins Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In limbo from indecision,
on loan from futures past

Deceit became my calling card,
deception first and last

Borrowing from a fantasy,
while stealing from a lie

The treadmill turned inside itself,
my spirit churning blind

But within this dark implosion,
a voice would call my name

And in its words I heard "escape, "
an exit from the shame

In hopes of a new becoming,
old guilt I cast remiss

As inside out, and outside in,
my present—spins in bliss

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)