Ganesha
Oh, my rations hath been pilfered
How I do hope to thus resolve
Thou, whose light I disown
Those cuts abound, incise disdain
Mine feeling, so moved by mere tide
My own self-consumption, indulgence made divine
Tantalized self-estrangement, siphoning ubiquity
There comes a time when closure is temperate
Alchemical symmetry emerge from tradition and tranquility
Reverence, divinity, routine and luck
Balance bring recognition, transformation bring success
Overcoming confidence in sowing bliss
Demolishing intransigence, love welcoming
Sensations of dream invariably manifest
Pointed joy and immensity become nature