(poems go here) Blinding winds
Separate from all others,
Put out your arms
Try and find the end
The goal
The howl
Filling your head, steeped in whirls of thought
The cold presses in
Despondant, and true
A blaze of light illuminates nothing at all
To search, and only find, is the key
But along the way, to be lost is only part of the key.