Vedic polymeric

 
As she spins counter-clockwise...

Angels elaborate rituals for her vision
Forewarn of their thoughts first born
Her possession of the keyless illusion
Lay upon crowns to never be unsworn...

Beaming rays into her temple morning...
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As she then spins clockwise...

So heaven and higher natures reborn
Bringing a light of three sun stations
Two hidden by a veil of night untorn
Thru proxy of their supreme creation...

Manifested fires for the glorification...