Where No Light Shines Poem by Mark Nichols

There's a place in this world
In this world all the time
There's no music
No darkness
And no light shines
There's no day
There's no night
But there's plenty of time

Is you head a wonderous, magical place
With hundreds of clowns throwing pies in the face
Of a hobo who's dancing on top of a unicorn
Muttering something about Shakespeare and reindeer
And somebody's collarbone
Hung from the moon in traditional fashion
And nobody has any clothes on
Their dancing outside in the rain

And I'm poking a needle deep into my eye
Just to see if there's some way to get me to cry

And I wonder, I wonder
Oh why? Why? Why? Why?
They're serving up ice cream and cold karma pie

Does anyone here have the answer, my friends
To the question: "What follows the end? "