we bind our thoughts in linguistic prisons,
confining them to stencils of semantic.
thought is fluid and chimaeric; prolific,
birthing twin siblings of homophone and homonym.
mental concepts dance and flitter, bridging
the lacunae betwixt a meaning and its shades
(for shade is shadow, and a spirit is a shade;
thus is a spirit of usage also a shade of meaning).
words are as diamond lattice, transparent entrapments
within which we cage these gleeful shapeshifters,
limiting them to singular dimension.