[Spoken: 2D]
It is 7 p.m
In the shade of the great sundari tree on the banks of the river
Dinghy boats splutter from all directions
Into the halflight of the shallows
Carrying people exhausted by the heat of the day
They settle themselves on the steps of the ghat
Drink tea, and await the ceremony of Ganga Aarti
The sound of the primordial conch breaks the silence
The oil lamps are lit
And soon, pendulous fiery candelabras send plumes of smoke heavenwards
Prayers are receited
And the faithful sing praise of the goddess
"Om jai gange mata, maaia jai gange mata"
The mind travels
And salience is conjured
In the darkness
A tiger roars
The veil is thin, the knive is sharp
Don't step too far into the night
Lest you find it torn apart
And a cast upon the battlefield
We are all the vessels of the coliseum
And nothing is a it seems
So speak your untruths
But know what awaits you on the mountain
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