o’er Lavapura sips Rahu a cup of mortality under eyes of Sun and Moon to ears of Vishnu— tho’ behead’d guilty demon his jaws still immortal chase and feed upon the tattlers— soon escapees from his fangs hamper’d slowly in their wake till their slip off Maha’s doorstep renders the full smile of Day
all beyond this flesh of breath do gaze and invade thy fleece thy savor thy redolence thy song inspiring pillow’d imagination with trepidation with amenity within night eternal
spirits transforming their cloth yet unable to mask memories that dwell at the crossroads of moment— and sometimes those of modest dress be the fondest with a will for immortality