The steep of silence,
at the base-camp ground surface of an
endless avalanche,
the overbearing crush coming in the sweep of arrival,
the
seething of this compressing weight,
the intense ferocity of its paradoxical solid
liquid fury,
scathing face to face as a scrapping in passage,
the transgressions
of rumble and murmurs
as a descending choir in full voice passion,
yet in the
deadpan depth of this full bore overwhelm,
silence, most assuredly secretly at
hand.
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