She who is the agent of chaos Knows not why she does dance Shyly she poised on her tiptoes, bare When I saw her just by chance
She, my Shiva dances atop the highest of the Himalayas Humming and hoping I watch alone from below And I wonder - how does the dust feel betwixt her toes? How does this earth resist from swallowing her whole?
*****, a compass, she traces to encompass A circumference within which she does reside There, she spins, twirls, pirouettes a vortex And the dust obscures her from my salacious sight
But I can still hear her
Blinded by the grit and deafened by the gale I hopelessly follow the sounds of her anklet bells But to scale these peaks with my bare hands, I slip, I fail And fall forever into her infinite fractal spells
A feather, I drift towards her fictional siren calls Travelling through echoes of silence and spectre She punctuates her poses in the shape of question marks Interrogating me, when she knows I cannot help but surrender
Who are you I ask, my agent of chaos? Mute and vengeful she turns to strike like a cobra With one blow she breaks her own spell And refracts her remnants from fractal to mirror
She who is the agent of chaos Danced a waltz upon my throat Speechless and breathless I was rendered lame But he knew it’s really all the same