Silver, dreamy opulence
in mute-born understanding.
Babbling silence on fractured levels,
whispers from between eloquent cracks.
The silent thunder speaks,
more so than the frilly dazzle.
Illiterate earth makes poetry
of intertwining sundry lifeforms.
Over-balancing chaos seeks to redirect
mistakes of zealous freaks,
who in their mad dash for enlightenment
lost sight of all their roots.
God’s grammar needs no teachers!