The End Poem by Mark Fullick

The End is something Mark likes to call a surrealist word painting.....

“Ouch! That hurt, I’m not doing that again, ”
I laughed.

Now that I’m here I must ask how the everything why the reason.
So I asked the question expecting an answer that may in some way challenge my intellect.

When all of a sudden a voice spoke out in silence with eyes that would square the round

“Always is a word that you should never use, And never means for now, Drink the lemon sweet words”.

I turned to walk away and find my thinking place,

“Hey come back, ”

Said the answer, a being of infinite wisdom

I know this to be an un true fact that it helps to think while standing on a rock of pure marshmallow

I tell myself this as I try to master the art of falling up.

“There is no use for the answer”
I said if the question just ups and walks away,

“Okay then listen and I shall show you”, said the answer.

Then true to her word she did, and as she finished her words got up and flew around me like butterflies and I sang the song we all sing,

“Look, ” said I, it’s beautiful, the books are birds, ” then looking out over the sea of sky all of a sudden I knew,

“So this is how the everything begun”.
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