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Mar 2017
While not belonging anywhere,
  beholden then to none

I spread me seeds upon the land,
  I let my spirit run

I cast my lot into the air,
  direction fate be known

And far beyond prevailing winds,
—my heart now rests atoned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm
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