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Universal Languages


A word, a number

divided in thirds 

a consonant 

a constant 

a cousin of a verb

a strictly linguistic affair 

giving man a reason

a reason for treason 

the possible cause and resolution of a lesion 

the voice of reality never less distant than a friend of a friend

pounding out sharp and hollow sounds

A E I O & U, as logical as 2 + 2 

has never before been more true

The fabric and glue of a people with the perspective and perception equivalent to that of a computer screen 

zeroes and ones become music to our ears

is my point yet clear? 

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