When The Ink Still Runs Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
When The Ink Still Runs
Are we truly masters
of the word
Are we really in charge
of what gets heard
Are we truly finished
at periods end
Are we really past the point
of starting again
Are we truly out of sync
or out of time
Are we really tired
of questioning why
Are we truly silent
if that next breath comes
Are we really alone,
—when the ink still runs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
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