That road that I searched for,
led me into the words
Their geography inward,
their ownership heard
All possessions relinquished,
no teeth left to bite
The journey soft spoken,
—walking into the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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