Ūrṇavābhi ~ Sunday, April 13, 2025

To be a king before the beginning
of history with nothing set in stone

beliefs and creeds, messiahs and prophets
enlightenment, revolutions claiming

advancement with scientific knowledge

knock on the door with a hand, cold, alone
indeed, except for a box full of kits
nowhere to stay and rest, a mother fox
given the status of vixen, college

bargains for the welfare of legends past
entwined in braids, expository prose
fashions language among arguments cast
over the welfare and care that arose
responding to demands from bulls and cocks
each story entertains with perspective

triumphant heroes of exploits make good
honor, order, design, ignorance, rants
especially from hubris, invective

bears the weight carried on shoulders heavy
each morning with miracles carved from wood
given opportunities beyond chance
insult to injury added with salt
nothing but manners in the court, savvy
notions of emptiness beyond the sky
indeed, phantoms everywhere go unseen
never noticed, no one reflects, tears cry
gallant streams, joyous cheeks, once fat, now lean

offer wisdom ephemeral, no fault
ferries the dead, memories end, words stop

halted by signs at the side of the road
indeed, no one observes the rules, drive fast
symptoms of impatience, even each cop
triggers a lack of time, an avalanche
obstructs the route, with the prince but a toad
religion offers explanations vast
yet, empty without faith, a tithe, a tranche

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