the strident cord snapped--

moon's pale fount wet with

the sun's all things stillness,

seen to their let be.

crowned dome arrayed--

Shakti freed from space, melts

as the blackened seal over the

pre-post natal rift.

final flash-pan white light entelechy.

she can be heard singing the sob

of freedom, taking step of the gyre

precipice of Shiva's chest.

her involute foot--struck by Aum...

as she's survived by her ******.