Deep within cauldron of the human mind
impulses between many a synapse
shimmer and bestow to all human kind
what is our most ascendant tool perhaps.
Unfolding from grammarís rigid scaffold
and finite rules of codification,
morphology morphs syntax in untold
intercourse either spoken or written.
Without physical substance, this sole cant
of humanity canít be equaled by
other species, or other tool extant,
and why, alone, we look beyond the sky.
The human language, at work or at play,
is a dance with the infinite yahweh.