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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Original work 1995 Copyright 2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem