Polar Extremes Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Polar Extremes



Explosion / Implosion,
caught in the din

Forces once pushing,
now pull from within

The physicist cries,
as the mockingbird calls

To see past tomorrow,
today in freefall

A binary motion
of polar extremes

All consciousness split
—dark hole of my dreams

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2019)

Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: consciousness
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