Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Cresting The Hill

Living
 a dream ...
Reality
 orphaned 
Time in a
capsule
Sealed away
from our view

Embracing
the crowd
Shunning
the critic
Poseurs
retreating
 To hide in
the queue

Moving
each soul
To joy
or to terror
Art
holding sway
Over darkness
and light

Onward
we move
Immune
to convention
And cresting
the hill
Our spirits
— take flight

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

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