If we find out the secret of the secret.
The ultimate equation that balances
the silence and explosions of the world.
How will it explain the bird’s poetry?
The tender fullness of a mouth?
An old man’s garden
painted over and over?
Will it explain what soul cynics deny?
The God that owns our genes?
The multi-universe that thought
passes through,
like on airless wind?
What if the secret of the secret
has no explanation for the us,
inside us?
The invisible something in the empty room,
that finally laughs and weeps,
loves and goes insane,
and refuses to die,
even when the equation approaches
absolute zero.