Thinking away seems to mean
Moving away from my entropy
Looking into the very first eyes
Of my black faced god away
From white faced brother god.

Be there as witness, Krishna,
All the while in the coconuts
In my passing blue sky of car
While I imagine a sea surging
Behind them, yielding crabs
For a Sunday bazar’s eating.

Let the lotus boulder not fall
From my god’s dizzy heights.
Let your stones not fall apart
Still held by an iron scaffold
Of bare bodied men hung on
A fate that cannot think away.

(Re-living the memory of a visit to Jagannath temple in Puri)

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