The Fleeting Motherlode Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Fleeting Motherlode



High minded but low brow,
and living the contradiction
of a greater truth
I'm caught between transcendence
and pontification
my pockets ladened
with a traitor's silver
—in search of gold

(Dreamsleep: December,2021)

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