Avalanche

The 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