In The Wings
There’s knowledge
in the world
for only
the captive
Insight
on the other
hand
prescient to roam
No ceiling
to happiness
but a floor
to sorrow
Direction
a vagrant
that goes
where it goes
Spoken
in cadence
our oaths
are rechanted
Carrying
voices
through moments
on loan
Traveling
together
in blind
expectation
Questions
awaiting
in freedoms
—unknown
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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