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Jun 2019
Existential—transcendent,
  my words free to leave

Though rooted inside me,
  their seeds He conceived

They shape and they fashion,
  a will of their own

Each moment unfastened,
  a prison disowned

Existential—transcendent
they come and they go

In dreams they lie fallow
  my garden to ***

I live in the knowledge,
  past matter and time

These words my salvation
  —emergence sublime

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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