Smoke signals, ace of spades,
encrypted signs on single lines
All for what? A secret shared?

I don’t think it means too much
To have a language all their own
For once the others leave,
They’ll have wished they’d shared
their tongues–

Verbals clues and passage ways
All depicting life renewed–
If only moments in the shade
Become illuminated, too.

I will no sign accept for truth
No hidden meanings
No paths imbued
with little hints and marble
To assuage the thinker
from his guilt

So live, and let the codes exist
There is no peace without the rest
Mop up your mess, and settle in
You’re just one single lock
to crack
And I know a smith who’ll tackle that.


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