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Nov 2018
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

Without reason, beyond memory,
  they sharpened my feel

Until alone they then left me
  β€”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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