Roots of Meaning

We are walking here through the wasteland
Of everyday tangling winter's realms
Come to high bitter of cold understand
Through the depths of oceans thoughts under whelms
Like rivers of time in mountain ranges
Flowing on and becoming buried in sea
Drifting and rising in forward changes
Somewhere forever and always free

The nitrate salt that spreads out like atom
Each thought that is like the autumn dim light
Roots of meaning in complexity stratum
From within the shadings of unknown plight
Each tower that is lifted into the known
Becomes progress way or its stepping stone