Choosing Bliss

We had just established
The connection
Between continental drift
Hair pieces and
Hand grenades found
In ancient ice
A language demanding
Thirty seven percent
Of the human mind
And a colossal energy
Metastasizing
In seven billion directions
When we realized
It was a secret
Best kept between us

We understood any
Obligation
To enlighten our vain
And destructive race
Would result in more thorazine
And because
We were beyond
The trappings of
Audible communication
We silently agreed
The conversation
Never took place