The end is closer than we think,
the wild-eyed prophet says.
He, who has spent time in psych wards,
sees visions of hellfire at corner stores.
What are these images of demons and flashes of inspiration?
He rehashes a month lost to the
trap doors in his mind.
He’s stable now, but end times will come again
like passing seasons and storm clouds
that dump torrential rains of illness.