The Ink Is Calling
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
A light unfiltered, the sound of horns,
my body starts to rise
The ink is calling, my pen in hand,
new words at last—arrive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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