Shut Up

Once I figure out what solves
the snare between language
and all of human existence,
I will never have to speak again

There is always science afoot
even when lovers love

I continue sleuthing religiously
I bathe in clues
to find the best way
for us all to just SHUT UP

My methods seem arbitrary,
though there is glorious silence with a few

The code can be cracked
if reduced to its pure form
Interaction and interpretation
too often miss the mark

All we do is shout
bruising lungs, pilfering harmony

Once I solve the puzzle,
we’ll all have peace
There will only be silence
as there was at the very start