When
man starts to fail at his task of bringing order from chaos
and
so becomes embittered and contaminated
by the stagnant
water of desperation,
he changes hope for
resentment
and
as a measure of compensation and self-pity
man starts to swing
his sabres all around him
in order to punish
the world
for even
begetting him:
even
the cows shall be slaughtered when man becomes desperate,
just
to show the young calves, in glee and in spite, what it feels like
to lose a loving
mother!
even
the copulating couple
massaged by the feet
of the divine terrible
shall experience
loss of desire, and nausea, and vicious migraine
at
the merest thought of continuing their loving act;
yes,
even the elephants bloat and swell
and the prodromes of
the farthest end
make themselves
visible,
as
beautiful Chhinnamasta withdraws her arousal
and secures her lock
of chastity
as
a banishment of her own orgasm, lest it rips open holes in the cosmos
where the cosmic
electrolyte of stars
shall outflow
into itself and into everything else around it
no!
Chhinamasta may not finger, and the divine couple may not longer
copulate:
Chhinamasta
has grown tired
after
millenia of self-obsessed masturbation...
and with
it, the world dies into a pulp.
Srim hrim
klim aim
Vajravairocaniye
hum hum phat svaha.
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