Once again—the squirrels are fat; and I am alone.
Where have you been? I said to myself—
where on Earth did you go?
You should not look there, came the reply.
I thought that you would’ve known.
Did you seek yourself in the roars of silence?
in the deaf’ning and blinding snow?
Did you search through the veils of joy and pain?
or in the face of those you know?
Birth and death hath torn me asunder; now you must endure the throe—
Only then will you find that which you seek; and the answers of far-ago.