The Past And Future Have Died Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Climbing in through an incision
Never open before
—a wound now unsutured
And I dive deep to the core
Old feelings rush by me
Desperately searching for air
To harden dry in awareness,
‘A truth now a dare’

As my eyes start to weaken
The roots of memory expose
— new feelings pump toward me
Any escape has been closed
But I stop not to question
Or to wonder then why
My homecoming complete,
‘The past and future have died’

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2015)