Don’t break the silence. Let it be.
All strivings dwindle and recede.
Let effort seem unmannerly.
Non-strategy’s a strategy
indeed!
Don’t chase away the waning noise,
but let it simply come to rest.
They’ll soon be fast asleep, the boys,
and tucked away, their worldly toys
inside some chest.
And never mind the whistling flap
we seldom make a mention of
when day beats hard upon our cap
and edicts gather on our lap.
For now we’ll turn attention off.
We will not even punctuate
enough to riot into sound.
A period will demonstrate
the hush of all that’s meek and great
behind the sun’s diurnal round.
So don’t be bothered by the lull.
Don’t be afraid or think it queer.
We’re simply turning on a pole
that can’t be moved, that no one stole.
Don’t break the silence. That is why we’re here.