Stan

Boring dead buffaloes, and wild Antelopes, eating into the soul of the Bhagvad 

Eating away, chunks of it- Independent people are on the microphone.

They're screaming out

Screaming out loud

They demand consolidation

They stay out. They are meant to stay out. They stay put.

But suddenly they go crazy

They go wild and frenzied up-because the antelope has moved down the softer soul

It has scattered a light divide, across the night, through the cold night of the multiverse,