the cosmic surfer dude says gnarly
despite the wave being sent by kali
a god in love with a metaphor like a poet
takes a seed and will nonchalantly sow it
and the hero has to take the ball and run
fate's bullet, will the finger pull it, are you the gun?
that wave comes rolling out of kali-yuga's gut
seals broken, a symbolic token, and the doors shut
are opened in a tearing instance of explosion
we are used to slow revelation and aeons long erosion
not the awaking of the kraken in a second
we've lived our lives without our sins being reckoned
is this the time that we catch the architect's drift?
or is it just a psychic manifestation of epochal shift

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