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                       Avalanche

At last, I built a Mountain of Snow—

  Steep and Piercing through the Clouds

Such Perfect Slopes out in the Open—

  Holding strong, for All to See. 

                            ~

The Winter Storms have Blessed the Hills

  And crags of Immovable Slate & Granite

With countless Frozen, unique Crystals—

  Quietly Bearing, in Placid Harmony.

                            ~

But just as We Touch this Frozen Scene

  Of Water & Stone, and Earth & Vapour—

A delicate Balance—a thing of Beauty,

  And thus, Inherently Dangerous—

                            ~

A Thing Completed stands not long

  Before its Time runs out—

For off in the distance, another Storm

  Approaches with chaos & Pregnant Cloud!

                            ~

Shards of Ice now Piercing the Words!

  Strokes of the Brush losing Stability!—

The Violence surprisingly Quick & profound!—

  Dismantling the Mountain's Orderly Repose.

                            ~

Now Feel the Rumbling from Underground!—

  All Connections—Disconnecting!—

See the Stones Break Loose now rolling

  Downward in a Wave of Deletion—

                            ~

The grade too Steep to hold the Weight—

  The Sun at Noon, relentlessly throbs!—

Cracks are forming as the Snow

  Starts to Shift and Crumble—Down!

                            ~

And see it Falling!—gaining Speed!—

  It Falls upon itself and More—

Collecting Everything in its path—

  Suffocating All with Cold Irrelevance!

                            ~

Beware! you All, about to Climb

  Upon these Slopes of Titanium White—

For the Weight of what we think we Know

  Can Break the Day—into Pieces of Night.

                            ~

And no Apologies from your Gods,

  But Warnings Fairly, always given—

And as we paint our Pretty Pictures

  They are Prone to Burn at any Instant.