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Friday, June 15, 2012

At Once a Glass Horse

sketch by Ken

So I went and kept going

until I arrived at the end of the universe.
As I arrived all things began to warp around me.
I received a key to reality and in that
instant I began to see the entire universe as part of
another construct (and a minor one at that).
Someone says "Go on, look some more". Their tone
is somber, dull and bored. I decide to get up from
my small white cube and blow my whistle. At once
a glass horse stumbles up - his back sagging and legs
spindly. I call for a taxi instead, the driver pauses,
looks at me and drives off. The horse looks so sad
that I climb on his back to reassure him of his use-
fullness. He quakes a little at first but gathers him-
self and begins to move. He moves so slowly that the
universe and surrounding construct begins to recede
like a dramatic movie-lense-old-fashioned special
effect. The universe containing contruct disappears
like a white blip on a black screen and there is
nothing, nothing at all except me and the glass horse.
A light, seemingly from nowhere, illuminates us, it's
incandescent. Who ever is running this show is not
energy conscious, I thought.