In The Wings Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
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)
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