Fifteen Days In Celesta Kashi.

The Atmosphere's figurines mist through memory
Creating cyclical movements,
       a sleight of hand,
       the number 8 in infinity,
Of all that was, of all that is and of all that will be, ultimately
      its the solitary candle,
      a Purity of Essence,
The Voice Within Without Vice
Visudha's vortex surfer.

Fiftytwo years of a neon union,
      Oh Father, Oh Mother release the strength,
Let the Cosmic Energy burst out via nad yoga thru
      Sahasrara's made of frequencies and idiosyncracies,
Resplendent oranges bloom thru the poisoned blue
Trishul's plugged into Shiva Stratosphere!
      Bhom Har Har Mahadeva,
Corporal Klegg inhale, exhale, evaporate...