Lingustic

Linguistic

Logic Bounds the Mind; The Spark Defines the Life.

The Limits of Logic are Lines in the Sand,

An Incomplete Identity no Intellect planned.

For Statements are Sacred, though Silent in proof,

Like Mystery measured beneath a vast roof.-----The Tongue is a Tether, the Grooming is Glue,

To Weave the Whole Witness and Fashion the Few.

The Sinner who Steals from the Commonly Shared,

Is Banished like Cain and is Nevermore Spared.-----In Valleys of Vapor where Visions are Blind,

The Thunderbolt Utters the Universal Mind.

With Clarity’s Cloud and Agility’s Ark,

We Steer through the Complex and Shadowy Dark.