Language

The universe,
An unequivocal mess of chaotic understanding
Language, by which, no other compares
And the One who authors it
By no other name than what is
The very essence of existence, language
The radiating stars, gleaming in the dark
The moon, hung by nothing
Language resounds,
And thus we must listen
Be it with eyes, or touch
The taste by the tongue
Language is his masterful hand
Painting the landscape with fire
The deepest ocean, a mystery
A science claims resonance
Truth, may be only by acceptance
Of the language he has spoken,
Thus reality
For his, is all,
The language of the universe

This poem is about: 
Our world

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