The Fall Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Fall
I happen to be cast a
different way
Molten like igneous
stone
I live on the boundary,
where others won't play
At the edge of the scary
unknown
The chess board on fire,
as the Russian sage smiles
With the questions the same,
only more
All answers now servant,
as I step off the ledge
The fall better this time,
—than before
(Grantham New Hampshire: March,2015)
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