22. (MOKSHA) Disere

Solar wind Dilapidate those cavernous debts from anxiety and leave from this unstoppable accent Kali yuga. Varuna blown from every swarm Bee in the outpost, Concentric with its layers of skies, infernos, oceans and continents and behind them their faithful suffocation. Discarding larva after larva the red fear of fire and cataclysms. Leaving the red and the festival of blooms. harvests and gifts. Drawing the red and the courage from swords and chests. Deflowering the Red and the translucency of sandals and passions, Until, The golden Krita yuga,

And (Moksha) of desire layer by layer of onion from spherical Samsara,

"Long-awaited mother It is my word eternal brahman In the faded and hollowed-out orange of a ragged suit In the background one, Grocery alley; Conspiring they sealed; With cannon feathers; On, the reddened facades the morning." As all The complaints well tied. Wishing that their eyes do not have reddened Mourners.