the blind horizon

Posted on August 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Annihilation Haiku

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

“We come to our deaths / in silence. / The bomb speaks.”

— William Carlos Williams / “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

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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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