I’m not ready
to be old
Time’s number
be damned
Here inside
where I live
There is youth
on command
I’m not ready
to give in
Too much fight
in my bones
That may dull
with the Winter
But whose marrow
— well honed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: October 9th, 2026 07:43
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