Destroy the Tabernacle!

Take the words i've said In regard my intent You get to re-invent What i thought i'd meant Mental landscapes are shaped by these Shifting fictional territories Synapse make maps from the sounds we've found To draw a linguistic common ground A cartography of typography That refuses to stand steady These towns of nouns Where faces may change But the place names remain the same Addicted to our diction Our vowels and consonants In a constant flux Creates a cognitive dissonance Set sail for new consonance In a vow of silence You can't see the world Outside of these terms these cursid words