you won't find him in the water nor in that grey and foggy future he's not creeping or lurking without that man you seek the one the world bids you find he is the grandfather within stoic and sweet stern and stalwart he does not call but awaits your visit through mudded wood and consternation by trial, by tribulation you will find him by lone fire an ever-orange coal unto himself and when you see him you'll know your answer in his stillness