Love equals people times the square of the speed of light. If we but knew the way to split our atoms of isolation, paradise might be regained. Pipes are frozen under the slow snow now. We sleep together mostly to save our scanty firewood. Maybe need will mother love's invention. Doing without is how we learn to do. The blizzard brings neighbors together laughing at the store as tumid pewter clouds let fall the seeds of oblivion and renewal. Should any find these tattered words in the mud of the spring thaw, carried by the spring flood, caught on the twigs innocently greening, know words came between us, words tasted of apple, words blurred our vision, built our empire, spread our cancer, words troubled our sleep like sand, know words, the curse of Babel, made the many out of one, yet secretly as tendrils in the soil these whispered affirmations still convey the spirit back to one again. Signed, one (lost under snow) who found words husked of his name could winter well and bear the light.