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Apr 23
The deeper we get into
  the idea of what’s real,
    the further away we become

Trying to put our formulas
  into a box,
    is folly zero sum

Like the horizon before you
  that you see but can’t touch,
    the truth forever disguised

Its costume to change
  with every reason we claim
    —only the search bringing meaning to the wise

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm
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