Winter In the Fifth Dimension

The sparkling hoar frost on the twigs Appear as silver in the waning light Miniature icicles form on the sprigs As I delight in the hidden and recondite The great imponderables to the erudite glisten like gold just out of reach Dancing like snowflakes just before midnight With arcane insights to teach As I freeze in the vast and dark breach Great snow drifts begin to form I plead with the heavens, nay, I beseech "Give me the wisdom that makes one warm" Right in front of me appeared a storm And out of it dropped shovels and spades "Go forth, dig yourself out and reform Enough with your tired masquerade." So said the Mattatron of all it surveyed As I dug through the snow into the earth What it meant to me was conveyed That within us is all our death and rebirth 12-3-2016