Forbidding

Standing knee deep in water invoking the sun god going upward phenomenally. I was learning to forget the edicts of a fake lord. Would not recognize- the dirty tricks of a godman in the garb of a hermaphrodite. One day he was ... One day he was not. The wild czar was pounding his chest. A snow-capped moon was- going down unseen in the blue lake of words. There was three dimensional appearance but no deliverance for the poor speech in distress. Satish Verma