Farther Than Near
Crossing over
to what most would call good
My feelings inline
my words understood
No chair or wip
do the verses require
All teeth now removed
in fear of your ire
Crossing over
to what some would proclaim
The lines neatly ordered
with nothing profane
Those tight little smiles
they clap and they cheer
Words lost of all meaning
—truth farther than near
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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