Who smote the barriers at the gates of dawn that the worlds roll out from the firmament of time Who pierced the sky releasing the waters that bring life to matter dead, egoless, the simpleton who concedes all in love, artist who fashions the arrow that rends the delusion of separation, blue- necked, the Yogi drunk of poison darknesses that emerge in enquiry, auspicious Lord, the terror to death
Third in the 5-part poem on Shiva, the great God of Hinduism: again set to blank verse in pentameter