Being Aware of Impossible Things

(a prose-poem) He was very young, he knew that he relied on others to think, live and survive, although survival was an unknown planet in an as yet, unread comic book. He spent much of his time in that garden. There were people who joined him there, they were the 'wooden' people, the 'underground' people, and those who arrived from an unknown planet. It was there that the underground-people whispered advice to him to stop talking to the wooden-people. They (the wooden ones), would not reply to him, and looked through him as if he were not there. The snow-people liked to play, but went away in the middle of a game like puffs of smoke. He liked some of the people from the unknown planet, but some were more like wooden people, and some were like the snow people. The underground people never showed themselves, and never went away. Gradually over the few years that it takes for a child to become more unaware of impossible things, he became less conscious of these beings. On his first date he fell in love with a snow girl, after that encounter he became himself a wooden person for a while. Later he would whisper advice to himself as if he were an underground person. Many years past: a slow realization dawned upon him, he now knew that he was one of those people from that unknown planet, and that this world was but, an as yet, unread comic book.