Intrinsecus Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Intrinsecus



Centennial masterpiece,
numbers subtract

The prize in the wandering,
years drifting back

Memory indentured,
the sour and sweet

Pointing me inward
—a timeless retreat

(Dreamsleep: October,2020)

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