Between darkness
and light, a tear.
Between silence
and song, a breath.
From earth to sky
my spine is hollow,
waiting to be filled
like a butterfly's tongue
yearning for the honeysuckle.
Yet my body would be
glutted from the blackest soil
to the glittering star
of emptiness,
not with the food of flowers,
but with your lightning O
Shiva Shambo,
Lord of sweet
annihilation.
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