Light's limerence, Love's immanence

Holding my Son, hugging my Pop; my smiles shinier than my one crappy blazer

To Pain's Prosopoi, these two happy snapshots have been as Occam's razor

Showing the Son's implacable Saul is, to the Father, an Oedipal Freud

So only its Photons, not Protons, thus created are thus destroyed.

Again Light's limerence your photo pummels

 & Love's immanence, quantum tunnels

Till, in Bedil's mirror, I teach to shave

Son, Barzakh's evanescent wave.

Envoi-

Prince! Tri-Vikrama or Akram Asura or howsoever now yclept

Fatherhood's facticity shames no founder of a sept!