Poems from Kurt Philip behm

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If something isn’t true, is it necessarily false   By the polarized abstraction, are we blinded to recourse   In the either or equation and...
Reaching down or reaching up   Arms extended —hearts to touch   (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) 
Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before, my eyes now finally see   Their currents deeper but softer felt, all doldrums blowing free As friends...
Hitchhiking along a highway that runs inside my mind   Revisiting the roads I’d crossed while skirting all the lines   My thumb held high...
Being poor… having no money    Conjoined, yet not the same   Faith in the wind, promises born   Wings free —to be reclaimed   (Villanova...

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