If we inherit, not Wine, but the Divine's urinary effluent
Thank Mum- her Merit merely Condign or Congruent
Not, slap-the-black-off-you, Strict
For, by Krishna, all are tricked
That what is seen is orthogonal to what is heard
Love is the arrow wounded by the Word
Yam's Divine niyam so binds Memory
Yami yearns, as Wine, to be Free
Envoi-
Shravan! balancing your parents on an ever lengthening beam,
Yourself the bridge over Death's murmuring stream.
Riposte-
Ravan! Sorrow, as Symbiote of its but perfect Ekphrasis,
Is all Competency, Congruency & Cataphasis
Matam-
That aught Positive in Law, Logic, or Divinity
Exists Necessarily by but its own Asininity
Properties are arbitrary- no ultrafilter
Isn't, to itself, totes out of kilter
Vigyan-
Expressed in tait Khalistani, Lowehneim-Skolem
Can only state- no Canadian aint Golem.
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