If Not Now…When?

Insidious fascination

Loaded to the nine

Knuckles white

Barrel steady

Nerveless

Aim

Fire

Load

Repeat

Reverberation

Echoes through an angry abyss shout back the sounds of death and dying.

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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One Response to If Not Now…When?

  1. Sheryl says:

    I like how that one visually sits on the page.

    Liked by 1 person

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