Babel

by mudrhetoric

The day was new, my brother.
And all the things had been said.
Take solace in the fact that we need not speak.

That hiddenness inside of us all.
To call it a soul is reductive
But our primeval language has been stripped from us.

And so we have this.
Existence is just one word.
The mereness of it belies the ultimate truth.

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