Ida and Pingala!
All those living moving things watching thru the window, deposing their indelible seal among the wrinkles in the dancing curtains!
From one degree to another I’ll take long or short strides. A shadow displacing in a circled gnomon, another Vishnou. Another unseen Prince in the darkness alighted by a feeble but unwavering thunder light. Full of sulfur and terror amongst those who would be dead souls.
It falls, toppling down sideways, listless.
Your blood carries it in its creases on your westward pilgrimage!
See there! where all the worlds collapse:
Your body is but a unique eternal deficit to the unknown creeper. Your convoluted desire waking, a wormhole and exit way.
I blink like the lizard in my garden, then fix mine eyes on it all.
Will the winged serpent catch you finally, and fill your earthen vessel with much unhewn?
All the earths and upper heavens are filled with its heaving fury. Everything has caught on fire! The whole of it just burns away……………..
WHO IS THERE?
