Avalanche

<br>I stepped into an avalanche<br>It covered up my soul<br>When I am not this hunchback that you see<br>I sleep beneath the golden hill<br>You who wish to conquer pain<br>You must learn to serve me well<br><br><br>You strike my side by accident<br>As you go down to your goal<br>This cripple here that you clothe and feed<br>Is neither starved nor cold<br>He does not ask for your company<br>Not at the centre, the centre of the world<br><br><br>I who am on a pedestal<br>You did not raise me there<br>Your laws do not compel me now<br>To kneel grotesque and bare<br>For I myself am the pedestal<br>For this ugly hump at which you stare<br><br><br>You who wish to conquer pain<br>You must learn what makes me kind<br>The crumbs of love that you offer me<br>Are the crumbs I`ve left behind<br>Your pain is no credential here<br>It`s just a shadow of my wound<br><br><br>I have begun to ask for you<br>I who have no greed<br>I have begun to long for you<br>I who have no need<br>You say you`ve gone away from me<br>But I can feel you when you breathe<br><br><br>Do not dress in those rags for me<br>I know you are not poor<br>And do not love me quite so fiercely now<br>When you know that you are not sure<br>It is your turn, my beloved one<br>It is your flesh that I wear