The Snowman

The snowman was confused and didn't know why passion and reason were in balance. Last week, he had to face a lot of snow. He wanted to know how many snowflakes were there already. The snowman understood the pure joy of life. The rain began to fall and the snow melted. He wanted to feel the weight of life on his shoulders. Joined in to be there. Now, he shines like demitasse. He knows he has nowhere differently to go. He tries to separate nature and freedom, two different forms of looking at effects that cannot work together. Admires the long black cars and the white trees. Sees the sky in the evening, the daylight in the morning, and this insignificant world. He cannot perceive the night. For him, the beauty of the effects is simple and pure. Tries to figure out the difference between being alive and living ever. Feels the first snowflake fairy falling on his heart. Clinging to the darkness of the night. Thinking that the whole world is confusing and incomprehensible. Tries to understand the difference between the feelings within and the reality around. He begins to wake up. Poem by Marieta Maglas Variant: The snowman doesn't know why the reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings. He was dealing last week with a snowstorm wondering how many snowflakes could fall. The snowman thinks of the pure joy of being alive. Now, the rain comes down in trickles to melt the snow, and he wants to let all the weight fall to the ground and to become a part of it. He shines like porcelain now, and he knows that he has nowhere else to go. He makes an effort to distinguish between these two incommensurable realms; nature and freedom. He examines the black hearses spanning out of white. He discovers the twilight sky, the rising sun, and this inconsequential world. He understands that flourish of innocence and simplicity. He makes an effort to distinguish between his immortality and his existence. The snowflakes begin to fall so softly upon his icy heart. The gentle snowflakes begin to fall again. A blackbird starts to hang in the darkness of the night. The whole world constitutes for him a great ambiguity and elusiveness. He remains tightly closed with his owner inside. Significantly, the night begins to kill the day's seconds. He makes an effort to distinguish between The ineliminable input of external and internal sensations. He begins to have his consciousness.