The Moment Self Taught
Those times I was distant,
those times spent alone
Those times I spent searching,
so far from the throne
Those times when I questioned,
the questions I asked
Those times never answered,
those times that contrast
Those times that were gifted,
those times that were not
Those times that were frozen,
those times that were hot
Those times I spent chasing,
myself being sought
Those times an illusion,
—the moment self taught
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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