My Emptiness Whole
Late into the night,
the characters become real
And the words that I’ve written
cement and congeal
Late into the night,
they take over my soul
My reality transformed,
—my emptiness whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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