I want a language spanning galaxies
reaching from limitless end to limitless end.
I want a language so minutely detailed
it can talk of quarks and bosons
and conversations between electrons.
I want a language that says what it means
referring to reality with each spoken thought.
I want a language that lies past
similes, onto metaphors, untruthfully signifying
a reality too hard to grasp.
I want a language that fits like a coat
with enough pockets to stash words in
so that when I find something new
I can take some of it with me.
I want a language a little tight around the waist
just enough to be uncomfortable
so I might stretch it and even break it.
I want a language that spits in the face
of structures and generations and derivations.
I want a language that does not care
if it is pure, tainted, original or functional.
I want a language that does not fall short
when trying to talk about…
Most of all, I want a language with which to tell stories
that may have happened once upon a time, or now
or in days still to come.