No he hasn't completed this week's homework or last week's or the week before

begun

the speech due on the 5th or that blasted creative writing piece...

He's stuck.

Thoughts    skip       beyond             reach.

Ski

           zig-

   zag

           zig-

down.

Extreme slalom sweeps that define a naive pine.

Pine?

Pine!

'The Pine'

The... the pine... the tree...the...christmas that...

...a lone thought rises to a frozen line

if it would only strike, he could reeeeel it in zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Stall!

White-out.

Wipe-out.

White out all hope.

Tight hands forced round a disembodied pole.

Nothing... holds.

Like breath huffed out

all

    dis

si

    pates

in this un-cipherable void. 

The page

remains a page.

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