Andrea Brady
End Of Days
In honour of Mohammed Haithem and Suleiman Mahmoud
All radical signs by which on These radical brackets all around
the component times, by which We select Good luck
beauty hard and shining like Pearls, and Lozenges
phrasing all these renegade times into the divine message. Choose
Choose to bless. Choose to bless the day falling
into brass jack pot. I remember all
the days, they play before my eyes sometimes
I go to watch the ovens rich in natural vitamins
feeding off myself, my dreamed-for.
For too long, sorting tickets in the shade of the thorn
that penny drops affixed to Find
the opening palm these aces allude
to this life, the desired, and even when dark
fills its haunches with ice and fire I have been on it,
on full voice coarse or passionated, a bundle of nerves
And each with their own head. As I go on I go
west idiotic, free to shout like nothing saffron.
I'll go to that country, the beautiful one
in the cockpit if I learn my trig. The sign says No
equivalence between those who take pride in dying
and those who vow When speech is the real action
The sign is an impress blowing down and east out,
treadmills backwards to an origin where that time
split into component sprockets Two incisors
splitting each other by their petty alignment. If it's like this
at the beginning what will it be like in the end The infant learns
to recognise his box by infinite difference How
he discovers his father in the line up a testament to his faith that he is made
for recurring These times are familiar we
pluck our joys choosily from the sky before it
burns out the last branches.
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