AvalancheThe avalanche gushes towards the valley Nothing, not even words, will slow her down To go against her? To beg for her? No-one can overflow the avalanche The avalanche gushes unstopable Not loving her captives Throwing her icy heavens above their frozen heads The avalanche flows down - snuggles down in herself Plains all latex white Someone is always captured in her gentle white There is always one who isn’t saved Is he or isn’t? Is he or isn’t? Is he or isn’t?
she locks mouth and breath with one turn of the key She falls asleep shivering on her back She poses familiar, like any other shell As she shapes someone’s fate Is she or isn’t? Is she or isn’t? Is she or isn’t? White lenses in white glasses Unknown spaces grow White weeds in white grass Unknown spaces multiply and grow in us