Poems from Kurt Philip Behm

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Never about the mileage but about the miles Always about the moment lived — escaping time    (Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Abandoned on the road of distant sorrow mile markers bloody from the vagrants it has claimed All names inscribed with crimson warnings on...
Mankind was never meant to survive the future Technology  a trap their greed as bait Generations sacrificed in self destruction On altars...
Wolf’s Tooth Pass                                    ‘For thirty years, she called to me in a voice unclear. Today, a new pass leads me...
Knowing I won’t answer you’re welcome to ask Questions like a distant echoing wind Blown into nothingness — chasing the past   (Pine Ridge...

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