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Shiv Ratri


Their’s was the first Woodstock

Wedding, full of drugs and abandon,

Where snakes and saints participated

With equal zest.

Middle class gods looked askance

At the occurrence, but were powerless

Against his contempt for sham.

Progenitors of the Dionysian,

Their joy was searing, coming from

An unbridled sun.

God of ultimate contradiction,

Even in his nuptials, the keenest

Of life and mortality were one.

Let us sing to a consummation

That in a burst of ecstasy gave us

Conjoint knowledge of passion and dust.

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