The Tongue I Am In Search Of

A dialect which will
make skeletons pounce,
an idiom which lays bare
the heart of God,
yet keeps humanity
a mystery,
a langue never muted
by words or extinguished by thought,
a system of sound and rhythm
which explains everything
to everyone, throughout
eternity.

by David Kowalczyk

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Isn't this the goal of every poet on earth?