Description (in English)
This generative poem about snow, slipping, and falling is aggressively scheduled to produce a sensation of motion and slippage. One cannot keep up for very long as a reader of this poem, but this is not a big problem because reading a sampling of any of its verses will give you an idea of what the poem is about. Like narrative comic strips and soap operas, there is plenty of redundance built into its structure, so you can join in, leave it, and rejoin at any time.
(Source: Leonardo Flores, I ♥ E-Poetry)
