Testo di Fog Of Words

Of man's unresting tongue, and seeping fog Of words, whose veil obscures the parapet Of Babel's keep, and cloaks our reasoning We sing to pierce through all that has been said Our rigid designators are believed To reach across imaginable worlds And ground a truth that only is inferred From shadows in the caves of consciousness For all the greatness that it has achieved Humanity's conceptual prowess Has been betrayed by words so nebulous To subjugate us for millennia Under enigmas of philosophy As nothingness is reified which each Diagonally oriented phrase Through Cantor's lens we finally can see The forming clouds of inconsistency Laced by the winding plumes of irony For purpose, truth, reality, we seek In moments caught between a blink and tear Yet silence has revealed a truth austere The search for meaning never was made clear Only by stillness of the voice we find A way to let perception free the mind