Self-Implosion Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Self-Implosion



Until you escape your own cognition,
you're a prisoner of your mind

Your spirit waiting to lift you free,
dialectic far behind

Until you can leave all reasoning trapped,
and let your thoughts go free

You'll never be able to self implode
—as you were meant to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2019)

Sunday, June 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery
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