A Sculptor Muses
Never to discover
the limits of soul
Such is the depth
of its station
The nature of being
not what’s distilled
But what’s left
— from evaporation
(Septa R5: March, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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