a headless elephant of blue-pearled lightning

walks the thunderclap of millennia...

gone across the bridge of quintessence.

where there is not even space for

The Word to speak of--the trishul is raised!

crown, fount and head-wave of an ocean's will

curls, and all its  behemoths roll over like

obedient dogs.

constellated to salt--bitterly sweet as water sees itself.

last radiations of unretrievable grace pried from

form...Shivoham~