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Dec 2016
Words rushed through my head,
clearing cobwebs away

All letters on edge,
cutting doors as they played

From one room to the other,
they matched up and danced

And from basement to attic,
my mind was enhanced

Within reason, beyond memory,
they sharpened my feel

Until alone they then left me,
— to confess and reveal

(Train-Penn Station NYC: March, 2015)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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   Keith Wilson and Ramin Ara
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