A playful beauty resides
In the moments allowed to be,
When thought is drowned in rapids,
As river runs to sea.
Do words enrich her presence?
Or push her into shade?
Her voice at once a siren.
A toll is to be paid.
Sacrifice the present.
Let Ego fade to dust.
Melt into her river.
Feel its fecund thrust.
When it's over, you'll return,
Floating in a sea.
'Of my creation or hers?'
Silly Ego,
Let it be.
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