An encounter with an extra terrestrial:

My intellectual burial.

 

An entire dictionary ahead,

A thesaurus with a blend

Of colours and sensations,

All the precise evocations

Of things that within our lexical limitations

We cannot comprehend

With our basic communications…

And all the frustrations,

Because of the half-truths they send,

Would come to an end

If only we could master – through diplomatic negotiations –

The languages spoken in intergalactic nations

Imagine:

The liberalisation

And diversification

Of thought

If we only knew the concepts denoted by words

Coined in other worlds –

For issues we’ve never even encountered

And the means by which they are surmounted.