Tristan Tzara - Deep Snow

It was a pathetic treasure you held tight to your chest.

Hadn't you abandoned the light to the rifts of insurrection?

The wolves attacked and haunting old rags hung there

sweeping the earth. As deep and heavy as the night, you sank

into the cave of a lifelike presence. Bells and children

might well lie within the trajectory of fate; not a blade

of grass grazed your inner sleep. Darkened windows, like

hunted animals, opened onto a forbidden future. more..