In my beginning is my end:
-
stopping only to start
a new chapter
- of a book
never to be completely read;
ink from a well
- never to run dry;
-
1001 winters' nights - through
4 quartets - on
3 slices of magic pudding;
2 fishes with bread; and
1 golden egg;
-
No yellow fog
- dogging
No machine - logging
No middle ground - hogging
