florins for eyewear

The Last Nimbus

A nebula forms around my headboard
& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost.

A blinding white flash—
great speedwell & arrowhead fall.

Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—
incubated / intubated / spacesuited /
pillows backboned.

A pair of florins for eyewear—
now set for the passage /
I pass out the last saint’s
nimbus.

“Some say we are living at the end of time,
But I believe a thousand pagan ministers
Will arrive tomorrow to baptize the wind.”

—Robert Bly / “Living at the End of Time”

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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