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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Original Language

I look into my daughters eyes
and I can see that she is thinking.
I can tell she is downloading information
and the cognition is processing.
But in what way is she doing it?
What is the written language of a mind?
What is the sound of thought
when she thinks about the world?
How does it sound in her minds voice?
Does the mind have a voice before the body does?
Cuz now,
as an adult,
the voice I hear in my head is not unlike the voice I speak.
The language I use is that of my speech
but there was a time when I thought beyond words
at least before them
when I imagined outside language.
We do a lot of work to end that ability
for all the power we give speech
it surely stifling pure imagination
I must funnel my thought through this tiny aperture
I must conform my mind to the trivialities of language
and for what?
to validate my life,
to check my thoughts,
to seek and spread truth,
were I to learn all language
alive and dead
I would still be desperately shy of a way to describe
the thoughts as they originally manifest in  mind.

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