Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Still Unborn

How dependent are we on language,
  for the expansion of our minds

Each word a crucial building block,
  an archetype sublime

Can we think outside our diction,
  would our thoughts release and form

Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong
  —lay dormant still unborn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

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