The Temple At the Fort

The gates were wide to the house of the lord

He sits inside, in his house – my lord.

He is white, my lord with the moon

He scares all blight, my lord with the moon.

Flows the heaven river, through the locks of his

He taught men to dance, my lord whom men have called a loon

His form scares, my lord when on ash

His heart knows only care, my lord who often dances without any bash.

In his temple, he stood, in a form so odd

A giant magnanimous black rock

With no ends to touch or hold

Only for us in him infinity to behold.

The temple was way larger,

The planets stood outside the lord’s gates

In the glistening of camphor flames
Harnessing men in their divine bondage.

Inside sat the Lord, with his trident high
And from his locks swam a river, in relief men sigh
He stands as all that stands for all the cosmic utility.

And in meditation he sits all day, letting the world know of its futility.

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