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Jun 2019
A prisoner of my poetry…
a captive of this chair

The air I breathe connects me fast,
this corner now my lair

I take my meals here sitting,
my sleep in naps between

The written and the spoken word
—both jailer to this dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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