Fate At Its Limit
My ear
to the asphalt
My nose
in the wind
My mind
on tomorrow
Escaping
my sins
The road bends
before me
It twists
and it turns
Where truth
waits forbidden
And love stays
unearned
The voices
grow faint
In this gale
to escape
In front
and behind me
Both early
and late
As the mountain
implores me
Still calling
my name
With fate
at its limit
And death
— here to claim
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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