If you can’t say it in words, don’t say it.
I mean, you won’t say it because you can’t.
Which isn’t to say that you can’t shape it
into some other type of wordless rant,
which may or may not impart some meaning
either to yourself or those around you.
Existence is all about redeeming
the nonsense in which existence found you,
only some of which in words gets spoken,
while much of it remains hopelessly lost
or else hidden in a cryptic token
awaiting a language not yet evolved.
And you yourself may not outlive the frost
that will need to thaw before this puzzle is solved.