Pome Head

 

…and it starts again with a word or a phrase…

something in the mind stream caught on a twig

of awareness leading to a discovered treasury of

words, or maybe just a landslide of rubble that

makes no sense to anyone.

 

…and that´s about it, which should be the end,

and, it is, but, there´s more, or, there´s always

something next until there is no more, more or

less, as if to say,

don´t quote me,

there´s nothing to it, really…

even if I say: ¨the end¨, it still goes on. …