And Then I Found Myself In The Taiga

Say what you will over the taiga, the last I knew I remember there
as earth to October snow

Say it out loud, if you whisper, the air whispers back in anecdotes
and remember suffering in alphabets

But remember, the frost on the door is yours

And how I thought I'd make amends before I doubled back again
somehow I'd wake and understand, the continent somehow should be explored, you know, even the frost on the door, it is yours.