Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Verge


When does the war end? 

At the verge of the high cliff
Huangshan Mountains
Born of the Oceans,
Sea of Clouds
Samudra Manthana.
This is not a separate
Anecdote! The churning
Continues, as you ascend the stairs
A narrow road, pilgrimage
to epoch, the verge,
whence Yellow Emperor
Mighty Huang Di of Ancient
He disappeared?
Did he?

The war of immortality
A heaven, emerge
Woven with the real
Unbelievable unreal!!!
The same poison
Mahadeva, he held
Kaalkuta, the throat
where snakes coil,
uncoil, again, now,
time, time that ties.

The toxic waste
None else would take,
You held at your throat
the Neelkantha,
Do you feel pain?
Do you feel any pain?
The vile you keep contained?
Burn them in Hell!
Eternal Pyre, throw in marduks
just fodders, keep the fire burning
marduk wanted to eat,
marduk is late,
redemption eliminate.
Face your Fate !





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