Shh, soundlessness swimming next to sharks in a shallow ocean, swimming in a world without breath, aquatic rosebuds and a pure gray morning under an ancient halo of funeral pyres, a gleaming quietude, glowing green electricity in the east, reposefulness in the blessed and enchanted south, a northern and gentle breeze sashaying through the gunshot silhouettes of volcano silos, a western yellowness of orchid pollen, orange dust and golden clouds breaking the branches with irradiated sunlight in white-hot flame-cocoons of black shadows.