Vishnu Dreaming

Asleep
He lies on the hip the gods favor least
                    the hip
Whereby forms breakdown
And trumpet vines decay

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Asleep
He lies on his most radiant hip
                    his back turned toward darkness, the uncreated
Whereby AllThings come 2 be

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Asleep
He lies on his most merciful hip
And all the while stars fall from his locks and bliss
From the corners of his eyes – closed shut

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Asleep
He lies on the hip the gods know best
And dreams of a fantastic multitude of Worlds,
Present and foretold

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