blinding horizon…

Annihilation Haiku (7.16.20)

The mushroom cloud grows
Across the blind horizon
A dead gray snow falls

“There was just a continent without
much on it
under a sky that never cared less.”

— William E. Stafford / “At the Bomb Testing Site”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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