Space Snowman (Or Ultima Thule)

 

By: Rodolfo Perez

 

A man floats through space.

He’s a man, shaped like two.

Brown, iced, leaning forward,

Looking down at nothing.

He has been beaten to a pulp,

One can see the scars on his face.

There’s a story behind every dent on his rugged skin.

A moment in time he will always carry,

But never feel.

The dents on his skull,

And the lines across his face

 Add a story to his life.

Depth,

 

And dimension.

His story is a test of time,

He is hurt,

But he is not broken.

He has no direction,

But he moves on.

Floating.

Tumbling.

Floating.

Tumbling.

Through the void,

And floating evermore,

For a million years more,

Like the million years before.

Floating evermore.

Through the void.

Through the nothingness. 

Never knowing where to go.