श्रौतामणी यज्ञ

That my Vivek be an ever better Saqi to the Sacrificial Self's blood-boltered Shrautamani Mead

For thirty years I have followed wherever Madness might lead

Why was so great a Treasure to a coward entrusted?

Or is Love a Sword most Lethal when rusted?

Envoi- 

Prince! If Intention be Shema to any turnkey Intension's Natural Representation

Yoneda is but lemma to the Banach-Tarski of Rousseau's masturbation.

Réponse-

Content that no Manichaean babe has yet, to Mnemosyne, been born.

We covet no Magi Gift from up the arse of Zorn

Siddhantha-

For so Fully Faithful a Functor, our Sybil longs to Die.

Hope's algebra but Hopf, not Love's a Lie