For Lost Times Cursed Are We Poem by james watkin

For Lost Times Cursed Are We



For lost times cursed are we
With a too vivid wick.
For it I'd that deep, dark
Cave swap; with rope and pick.

For what's shrunk in our play
Must we narrow in on
Its yard, once immeasurable!
Ran-through space, day-long!

Wednesday, October 16, 2019
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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