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 […]

MONKEY

From the quill of Sun Wukong From the ink well of his glorious past A slip of arrogance, A whit of swagger, & A bit of bombast Ev’ry inch a poet, a prophet, & a priest! W/ each swing of my cudgel Mountains fall, valleys form, & rivers once deep Run dry [A Choir Of […]