A dim cruel black void lies before us all
A bottomless pit that cannot be crossed
That manifests in an eternal mental trawl
The sad failure of language to accost
To truly bring forth the wealth of wisdom
He must play that infernal game of words
To prevent that damned and twisted schism
We must endeavour to get the veiled passwords
The axioms that underpin a concept
And the stark intent which they are being used
To compose the unique separate context
We are liberated and not confused
Only then may we get a slight appreciation of the tongue
But I am trapped inside this cerebral iron lung