On Shiva night we are sleeping
On the sounds of wakefulness
Dreaming loss of our particular,
In blue throat of abstract time.
Shiva is swallowing our poison
As his throat grows blue, bluer.
On Shiva night we are sleeping
On the sounds of wakefulness
Dreaming loss of our particular,
In blue throat of abstract time.
Shiva is swallowing our poison
As his throat grows blue, bluer.
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