Frozen

Dreams distinguish the doer otherwise terminal for the brain.

A man crosses my path, familiar appearance and demeanor weathered by storms; such a personality recovers lost hands grasping decomposition.

My wandering circles foolishness I wish not to explore. This ending is a beginning I am unprepared. The dream is neither known or unknown ever present desiring not to return for bleakness recycling another phase.

Officer of military provisions, prison guard, clergyman, such uniforms do not adorn him this journey. Look of accomplishing a final physical feat grasps his lungs; black air disguised as white. Sorrow is the plague we suffer; do we speak or silently understand the same burden ultimately unknown lest we experience what each man or woman does? Weight falls from his determined spirit, pounds accumulated from a wish the milk genie could not fulfill; a principle worn by individual preference. Thus a relief for the man marked for deeds never committed by heart or mind; I realize we never understood each other's misery, only the same pain at a glance.

Snow lines the lashes of my sleep; glaciers form underneath bloody wounds.

I cannot mirror second experience; I barely stay awake. I float alongside streams and rivers of inadequate design; out of body, out of mind.