The End

THE END is a little 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”. ------ Original work 1995