Poems from Kurt Philip behm

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A thousand answers one last question — why   (Dreamsleep: March, 2024) 
You can’t close the door that opens inside Or bottle the morrow today seeks to hide You can’t erase feelings like words on a page Or trap a...
That voice from the wilderness Nearer than far Close distant reminder We are — who we are   (Dreamsleep: March, 2024)     Looking Back  ...
Spitting into the ocean hoping it would rise Wrapped in the flag of tomorrow’s retreat the past and its minions reprise One more straw on...
Apocalypse kindles     relighting the fire Malignant denominators melt from above Savior disdained  pontificate’s stain  Tomorrow endemic...

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