Tennis
Insignificant and gazed
at through this narrow
Iris.
We retreat to no
Avail. Until the End of Time.
White horse, deliver me
into the Gates of
Darkness.
As I seem to only
know how to Worship
sentiment, nostaglia
and darkness.
Exercising such
extremities is
as much a waste of
Time as this present
Lifeline.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2011
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