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

Longtime writer with eleven books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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