* Impossible Future * in Just Stuff

Pain again, deep behind my face. Someday, and at some point, I will give up pretending to sit and stare at the blind and deaf Universe. The impossibility of connected thought?

A perfect snowflake (unique) if sucked down wholly and rapidly Might reach the center of my lungs and freeze them solid. Imagine breathing ice, breathing water.

There are more pictures hidden in my mind than you will ever know. It’s strange that you could have ever thought otherwise.

It’s time to clear my sidewalk of the melting snow.

** © 1998 by Rick Ogden