Lo and behold! the blade that wounds
obscurity and the sidereal
as it cries glorious defeat
for shadows are only the rayless.

A victorious martyr conjures
daffodil Daemon bequeath
howbeit damsel’s astros cycle
mine dwarf black supernovae,
though mine nuclei yet fuses
her constellations dramatic collapse.

Albeit a sublime abode, she fortuned
mine a nether world trialed
if I gyrate towards the whirl
dowager, dictum spiral outwards.

Of dimensions, quantum and non
dark matter/energy and non
thus unfold, Shakti and Shiva
one the poet, one the moon.

Further I adulate the removed
nigh recoil from the susceptible.

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