Limitless Language 2 Poem by DM W

Language is not an icy, distant star:
That is intended to leave us awe struck.
Rather it's a living flow of symbols.
And a shining cascade of cadences.
It is not pedantic, prescribed order;
Rather a wild dance of signifiers
It's not Apollonian certainty;
Rather it's Dionysian revelry.
Language is not merely grey, settled stone
It's not a rigid, rusted monument.
Rather it's a teeming seam to be mined.
It offers us keen, curious poets,
A rich treasure trove of jewelled meanings,
And such infinite possibilities!