The Last Of Days Poem by Phil J Hambling

The Last Of Days



Imagining the time of vision
The first of the number
In the last of days
The buy and sell of the pimpernel
Hidden and found in the division of cells
The month of Mondays
Of the visions of hell
Born from the maelstrom
Of yesterday's sell

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