Flow Poem by Greg Perlman

The starting point is difficult
For as long as the start is seen
Held to be something to blast from
As something held in congruence with
With what fleeting moment?
For the start is a bubble in the continuity
A point of accumulation
A point of turning tide

A cheerful debauchery
Of unanalytic touch
Of repetitive rebellion
Of held notions
For the mind's distracted comfort

And my friend the end is never near
For the beginning never was