Pray for the Passing

Hard wet snow
made a ball
on mountainside . . .

A change is coming
harbor
a safe harbor for all appearances sake

where is justice?
inside carrying scab
fully picked off this hour

dark side creeping
but even powerless
arms electric again

under the rug
choice to crawl
empty cave
is all

and how can safe harbor be
must be fantasy
worse still for me
reality

where is justice
my pay
a finding of peace
in answer to prayer
spoken aloud

seeking death
for a while
and rebirth
hour by hour
nothing has changed
obsessed
with object's obsession

the hour ticks late
the change . . .
avalanche