.......leaning back in my makeshift, wingless, metallic fuselage..pulling on my rebellious bedsheet of a sail, perhaps married a bit too long to the broom sticks of my ice boat.. Sailing across an ice world, a placid purgatory.. smoothly sailing over miles of ice.. in a straight line.. straight in any direction.. All around.. the ground.. is ice.. Hunger left behind.. warmth no longer needed.. speech devoured by thought.. thoughts persecuted into hiding ..silence prevails.. Soothing winds prompting the sails, pushing.. towards an infinite nowhere..

Ocassionaly stopping.. stopping to feel the motion, never for too long.. eventually caught by the currents.. During these brief moments of respite.. tentacles of transparency radiate across the ice to a point of clarity, giving glimpses of a utopian underworld...leaning over.. my breath.. condenses on the invisible barrier, wiping it away, inches away from the souls of walking feet, i look down through the ice and up at them, they are odd creatures.. no words can articulate, no words are allowed.. thoughts are silenced.... Their world.. totally inverted.. upside down.. a table top world.. polished with care, shining, fragrant and free..

Puzzling.... In rare moments when the silence turns on itself.. persecuted thoughts dash across, under cover of firing synapsis, (diversionary friendly fodder) dashing in bursts these thoughts attempt in vain to create a collage.. an idea.. Inverting the idea.. seeing in the mirror, the tip of my sails.. scrapping lines through the icy sky, sweeping a barren sky.. eternally sailing.. over a final destination.