I spoke my consciousness into the wind,
—eternity to hear

My past, present, and future lives,
eternal, divorced from the fear

Days grow short, my story on hold,
the Muse taking shelter inside Reports dire, as verses alight,
—the truth in a death match with lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

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