Null white

Snow blizzards have no

breadth, no height, no depth;

The space in your head

loses dimensions;

Gravity’s taut string

Slacks to elastic;

Land-level lines blur;

You have no sense

of what’s up or down,

of traversing round;

Your chin is chilled meat;

An avalanche could

Scour your existence;

The snow tricks your mind;

There are no way-marks

in the null white space;

You've no place to hide

save your exposed soul.