With language rich and thick the words come forth
Soothing brow and then disquieting earth
And sky, with meaning so utterly, devilishly dearth
Of anything worth pointing south or north.

No direction is found in words so mean.
Directionless, random utterances east and west,
But purpose is intent – the devilishly best
Which tumble out and initially do gleam

They rattle cages and bounce off of walls
Akin to Dante’s Inferno creating chaos.
Relentless, such words betray us
Intent on desecration of holy halls

Yield and let devious words pass through.
The Eternal Word is there – in you.