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Mar 2017
Suspended moments between the lines,
  my mind now lost in space

Sublimated syntax buried deep,
  my spirit free to race

The light unfiltered, the sound of horns,
  my body starts to rise

The ink is calling, my pen in hand,
  new words at last—arrive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm
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