The best Lack more than conviction The best Lack all hope & discernment How has it come 2 this? How is it that we are so content 2 sidestep rotting corpses & wallow en shit? © The Herder 20Nineteen
Not 4saken (en 20Nineteen)
Lyres gilt w/ kaumarya leaf, Accompanied by a peacock’s conceit, Pierce the barricades of a hindering darkness Whereby revealed is the flicker of an occulted light Whence crows, en sackcloth, take whispery flight That is the moment The crown of woe is w/drawn The very moment u realise U are NOT 4saken; Ganga’s shimmering flow […]
At the Foot of Vishnu
If we are 2 believe the daily post believe the nihilistic blue byrds And their destructive, Life-negating chirps Then we have chosen And, alas, chosen poorly chosen 2 exalt our beastly natures And bring 2 heel our fairest Angels Lest we glimpse our blood-stained shackles Lest we count our bags of gold and yearn 4 […]
At-one-ment (4 20Eighteen)
En the year of the Heretic* En the year of Ganga’s Descent En the year of the Wolf-Skin At-one-ment beckons So, Keep still! Keep still And you are bound 2 feel (At the base of your spine Where Sri Ganesh lies content) Her sharp, pitch-black claws So, Keep Still! Keep still And you are bound […]
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