Inside Where I Live

Kurt Philip Behm

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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