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Language is the kingdom
Language is the kingdom of the soul.
Its compass is the making of the whole
Weather by madness Science or art!
Its lineage contains the heart.
And when its needle points out death
language becomes our immortal breath…
On ancient winds now holy light!
It lifts the silence off the night.
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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