Thursday, December 17, 2015


                  This logosphere of language where we dwell
                  That forms and then transports our thoughts around
                  Without which we could only show, not tell,
                  May even, sometimes, let us be profound,
                  For without language, no philosophy
                  Can be articulated to affect
                  Our minds and guide us toward veracity,
                  Distinguishing erroneous from correct,
                  Or, beyond that, to probe mysterious
                  Phenomena throughout the universe,
                  About which we alone are curious,
                  Whose secrets only language can disburse.
                       Nor could there even be love poems written,
                       By which a kindly dear one’s heart is smitten.