We use this Knot of Fine Electricals

Not only using but Worshipping the Cerebrals

So, we are the Prisoners of the Words

Until then, we are locked in with the Absurds

OK it sufficed for scratching the Earth

But way too slow to race in the Spiral of Birth

Cycling, Ascending, Recycling, On End

It is Beyond Words to explain, to understand

Let us Work with Words as with other Tools

The things we've crafted don't make us Fools

They must not block our Field of Visions

Distracting us from our Transcending Missions

Who were we, why we are here?

The Words are aplenty, they are so near

Don't answer that with Words of the Occult

You'd inspire another Fight, another Cult

Words are for tickling, pinching World's Nose

Serious Expressions are always Beyond Those

Close to Sincerity, Words are drying away

Like Flowers and Leaves after Summers Partway

Beyond Words was the Position of the Mystic Piane

Don't go there loaded with words so Tight so Sane

You'd go in circle never found the Lane

As Love and Sincerity were so poor in Words of Explain