29 Falls Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

29 Falls

Reaching into the
public consciousness
the words were given free

Blowing fresh holes
through blind consensus
nothing there to see

Reaching into
the common anthem
selling out for fate

Lost in the current
of tomorrow's maelstrom
— passing heaven's gate

(The New Room: November,2024)

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