05-21-2015, 07:35 PM
I keep reading sex into everything I read -- or rather, reading sex out of them. The second line makes me think of another poem here about the same incident, only this time Shiva does not shake the mountains, he shags them. And then, he spills his seed onto the earth, creating a great white nothingness that seems so overwhelmingly surreal....
Beautiful poem.
Beautiful poem.

