The Means Meander Where the Ends Meet

Walk with me into the far afield
Our navigation will reflect the
Mirrors we looked into this
Morning, before we started

Inescapable urges to avoid getting
There seize the chests, pulling our
Treasure to places where we won't
Be found again: it's the beginning

Of an end to a middle, whereupon
Acorns are buried to be found by
The hiding places for our purposes
With a discovery and an evasion