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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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