Orphans In The Bastille
All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide
With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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