The Inevitability Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

When I was in high school, things were going on in the outside world, and we were part of a generational movement, or so they told us. It seemed to me as though the world were frozen to a standstill. It seemed to me that the world was frozen, like one of those snow-globes. It seemed as though the world were frozen in a peculiar silence as the snow fell to the ground, like a thousand tiny, little ballerinas.

As though an arkangel were frozen in the ice. As though a goddess were suspended in the frozen waves.
She was an oceanic god.

A frozen shell of a god, standing still.
The snowstorm was an astonishing silence.