All that we seek lies in realms closer than
Our city reared selves may dream of, in
Those vast and mighty ice floes dreaming
Over the worlds we sought to bury beneath
The wisdom of later years, youth forgotten.
Seek, seek again, we are told, and yet
We strive to see not what lies there, surface
Obviousness for anyone to see if willing
To accept into such purview as is acceptable
For our minds, so used to undue entitlement.