At Your Spirits Behest
Do you demand my lies,
instead of the truth
Do you hem and sigh,
or stammer uncouth
Does the word unfiltered,
get trapped in your brain
Does the message uncovered,
then wash down your drain
Does the time spent looking,
measure time well spent
Does the verbal unlocking,
pay your spiritual rent
Are the memories you wished for,
within the time you invest
Are the feelings you hoped for,
—at your spirits behest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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