A labyrinth of paths

     


"A labyrinth of paths" said Wittgenstein
about our native tongue. Perplexed, we are
as questions grow as we contemplate the stars:
where haphazardness is truth we crave design.

Old words, combined like bricks that built the walls
of Arkville Maze, confine us to false paths,
entrap us in dead ends. New words: be cast,
rebuild, and let old vocabularies fall.




placed in Poets United Think Tank #14: Walls