Language

Language Within the unconscious collective Bodies speak through nerve webs In the dialect of astral origins Way beyond our intellects In cool quarrels of reason We lose ourselves in ourselves While our place in the universe Is always perfect and our fantasies Of lustrous metaphors carry us across The fences of what we fear to believe To hope to know our slumbered dreams Our subconscious maps vaguely mystify Our waking dreams rarely do they realize Expecting we don't experience cccepting do we experience We must speak another language Where waves beat against rocks Like white foam of countenances cnother language than only bread cnd the rustling of money bills Language: not monotone intonations Of the anchorman's news reels If not the almost unthinkable occurs The pain invades in stressing hormones cnother language than everyday semantics cnd our conversational reflections Far beyond all of our beliefs Is a language where beings meet Expecting we don't experience cccepting do we experience