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Apr 2019
In my heart I knew little of
  the world and all its parts

As I drifted idle and wandered blind,
  through constant fits and starts

My mind reached out beyond its grasp,
  with the questions close behind

As time unfolded upon itself
  —each moment to define

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm
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