The End Times

When we are looking 
at the end times we will look 
in the mirror and see our noses
and the noses we see will not
bleed. This will be the seed
that grows into the fire that
conflagrates into congratulations,
these repetitions have run out of
dreams. And without sleep
there can be no awake, without
a snake there can be no garden,
without myth there can be no
pith and without oranges 
the end times
nigh.