empty, shaken guarantees
smudged glass, intact, unclean-
eyes forever frosted
ne’er blind but unable to see

sustain, behind the mountains
where bravery comes absurd-
for all that you’ve been running to
once far, will now be heard

and in that tacit inquiry
the answers that lie still-
for all in life there is to find
is what we never will

fearful of the cover, as we lift
and shake our heads-
impart what has been always known
and then forget again