A Golden Word

a possibility of the evolution to perfection

Bronze the letters
Of a golden word
Spoken in syllables
Yet to be heard
Scattered in thoughts
That remain unspoken
The knowledge of a word
Will leave languages broken
A word so perfect
To both tongue and ear
That it will push us beyond
Our need to speak and hear
So bronze the letters
Of a golden word
That when it is said
It's neither spoken nor heard