Being, behind the words  
Feels a sublime ease  
With a calm memory  
A sense of being alive    
In no Man’s land  
Subscribing a new world order  
With a sacred realm  
Encrypted hope    
Where,  
The soul speaks    
The Heart listens  
An Ancient script,    
In a native tongue  
    
Don’t get it, Regardless?  
A native tongue,  
Same syllable,  
Stammer astray  
    
Misspelled, misunderstood    
Those celestial pieces  
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,  
All in Innocence.