Tripletting from our own heads we brought them forth as gods; wise-headed, river-berating, cares-smiling ' universes in a three-palm. mantranting priests, born-grown-died and vaporized again, recognized the cyclic vision of being and nonbeing ' contemprying sages, all of us. Filling empty pages, shivering with the icicles of birth that will, in the end, puncture life away, in the agglomeration of joyous dark.
