Fog Of Words

Of man's unresting tongue, and seeping fog
Of words, whose veil obscures the parapet
Of Babel's keep, and cloaks our reasoning
We sing to pierce through all that has been said

Our rigid designators are believed
To reach across imaginable worlds
And ground a truth that only is inferred
From shadows in the caves of consciousness

For all the greatness that it has achieved
Humanity's conceptual prowess
Has been betrayed by words so nebulous
To subjugate us for millennia
Under enigmas of philosophy

As nothingness is reified which each
Diagonally oriented phrase
Through Cantor's lens we finally can see
The forming clouds of inconsistency
Laced by the winding plumes of irony

For purpose, truth, reality, we seek
In moments caught between a blink and tear
Yet silence has revealed a truth austere
The search for meaning never was made clear
Only by stillness of the voice we find
A way to let perception free the mind