Every piece like you is delicate When puzzles count for more than rhetoric. Your answers, your questions, your half-held head. So were taking the time to see through If everything you said turns out true, but Its not what you said. Are we on our way? (You said its over now.) Heres a toast to you for all you do, And a finger pointed toward the door. If one and one and one is three, theres one too much for you and me. Interrogation. We fall short with writing. Its not what you said at all. Its in the way you said it. Let repose be the string That ties your mouth shut So youll say nothing at all.