at the center of the milky way
rests
the reclining lord of sri ranga
adorning a diadem
accentuated with a peacock feather
complexioned like
the dark rain bearing clouds
his golden navel
the true seat of
this galaxy’s black hole
a waft of
warm sandalwood
floats all through space
as i revel in the lilting tunes of
die zauberflote
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