Limitless Language
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Language is not akin
To the coldness of distant stars.
Rather than leaves us awe struck,
It is a light that guides and is accessible to everyone.
It is a living, breathing flow of symbols
And a silvery cascade of cadences.
Language is not prescribed order,
But a wild dance of signifiers.
It's not august certainty,
But Dionysian revelry.
Language is not monolithic.
It is not rigid form nor rusted monument,
But a teeming seam to be mined perennially.
It offers us curious, eager poets,
Such a wealth of jeweled meanings,
And infinite possibilities.
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