Soon, the great reversal comes: a stone by day, a river by night,
the woman from the humid country begins to stir at twilight.
The river swirls, the volcano shimmers, the eagle on her belly
soars. I take her hand as the river flows faster. Tonight, we will
bathe together under moonlight. We will sacrifice to Shiva;
she to the destroyer; I alone will embrace Brahman, offering
jewels of fire. In the morning our hearts will turn to stone.
I will search for her, prayerfully, along the side of the road,