Poems from Kurt Philip behm

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Raping the sky of its luster, a new darkness began to imbue   Draining the ocean—taking its salt, a pillar for Edith renewed   Shearing the...
If lost in yourself, there’s no need to be found   As the self-disenfranchised, circle around   They question and lecture, and spew out...
The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock,  and climbed up the bookshelves at night   The Genie-us then read from the pages...
Did you baptize the moment,  did you remake the night   Did you give truth a name, did your secrets escape   Did you forever divide,...
Ambient poetry, truth on the vine   Words of the moment —vintage divine   (Dreamsleep: April, 2020) 

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