The Being by whom Brahma, serpentining the stars, yet is Becoming's yolk of the egg of its own cosmically thrown pot
& Beloving's decimal avatars are, Vishnu, a comically n-tangled dance of thought in the bight of its own unknot
& Believing's doom of self-chrism sticks Rudra with progenition's skull as posterity's joke bong or begging bowl
& Beloving's decimal avatars are, Vishnu, a comically n-tangled dance of thought in the bight of its own unknot
& Believing's doom of self-chrism sticks Rudra with progenition's skull as posterity's joke bong or begging bowl
Surya salutes tippling volition off Karma's triple nippled trull- Sky, thy Azure, my Abysm of Soul
Envoi-
Midons! Having assayed all extolation's epithets & essaying one higher
I dub thee, not Uterine font, but Toilet of Desire.
Note- see http://www.textetc.com/workshop/wt-bhartrihari-2.html. by the quite extraordinary Colin John Holcombe- a true polymath and poet who has translated Meghaduta.
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