I awoke to a world dressed in white, a

Fragile cloth ripped in places where

Trees poked through, bits of fabric

Clinging to frozen branches like the

Tattered hopes of dying men

And I felt a strangeness inside as I

Stood looking out, wondering if

Perhaps I had forgotten the beauty

Of what I saw, having seen it so

Often before, this snow that fell

As I slept, dreaming whatever it was

I dreamed beyond the fringes of conscience

Recollection, carried along by those inner

Currents that span the hidden places where

No compass could ever guide me, worlds

Unmapped in brooding seas of nonexistence

Whose waters run deep with alien possibilities

Beyond my grasp, where things unspoken thrash

And flounder, unfathomable intellects blinded

By their inability to ever reach the surface of

My waking, but linger in those deeps as I

Stand at my front door looking out at the

Tattered cloth of a mid-February snow, that

Strangeness twisting me from within, a

Feeling like something has been missed…

And so I shut the door.

END

“Uncharted”