The Regret of Heraclitus is that its own Pride of Circumstance averts its role as Psychopomp
Nor is any river a mirror- save by such incest as renders Yamuna Yama's karmic swamp
All Love outlasts its own longing till our inner Tulsi, blinded by Sita's Voice
Imposes Imyaslavie's melody on Schopenhauer's Symphonic Noise.
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