I'll try to find you
amongst sweet wrappers
mold you into a triangle
we shall talk about what matters
how the universe is an egg & you
are the golden tipped needle
ready to split the egg
& how stars & birds will fly out
when you do bend
to such majesty, loud
& impeccably candid
& the neighbor will ask
with a knock, if anyone's in
& I shan't answer, bask
in the glory of silence,
guarding  the future