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