That Beauty is a Truth veiled against its own Apocalypse
Is the hint of the hilarity that haunts your lips
& the Hope sketched by the smile of the Mona Lisa
Is that Trump, ascended, annul the Theotokos' Visa
Envoi-
Pashupati! Parvati, binding thee, blights the bliss of the Smartha
Till brides have babies who, than Brahman, are smarter
Because- biting our noses, throwing away our glasses
They engender a Faith beyond what, for Gnosis, yet passes.
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