Some words seem to

Fit together

Even when they

Do not rhyme.

 

It could be something

Alien

A quick fix

An aggressive impression

 

Of a clearly superior language:

Mathematics.

 

That dink in the cosmic spring

Untangling the mystery

One dying scientist

At a time.

 

And when it does occur

At C.E.R.N.

At the BLACK HOLE FACTORY

There will be nothing left to say

In words.