saint peter's staff

it was gone, and the snow was gently falling outside
he was a man met through another, and the other was gone
sudden gaps appearing in households, and the household blown
the hecate's broom still stands and the other making
it burst into color and life, the bamboo greened
a small miracle in the making, purgatory in the making
and her hair was violet. there was a man in my bed
I worried about his life. he was the stick and the shard
why so soft? there are games of the saints I know nothing about