Sharp snow is hissing and sifting through space;
the storm has concealed the wild wolf’s swift race.
A sightless secret.
Sparkling dust slashes the dark as it weaves
dense and destructive the snares that it leaves.
The deaf, sunken deeps.
Frenzied hushed rustle, a silken advance
swallows shades between bare boughs in its dance.
A faceless white wall.
Raw force sets the millstones of snowstorms to grind,
it strips ice from summits that no eye can find.
The icy darkness.
Horizon dissolved in grey emptiness, swirled;
a mute indifference crushes the world.
No edge and no ground.