Brush Strokes and Margins
I can’t draw,
but I paint
I still sin,
but a saint
I talk best
when I’m mute
All I’ve lost
in pursuit
I begin
at the middle
And end
at the start
To give back
to the silence
This thing
—we call art
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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