Incantation

Standing there aloof,

your will stated

in subtle silent ways,

piercing those who would

eagerly place themselves at the end

of your gaze, reducing us to acting

as willing participants

in our own calculated dismemberment.

Stunned, we can only dream of

being the droplet engendered

by such stoic intensity as it courses

caresses careens off

everywhere we crave to be.

If indifference be our reward;

paid in full.

(c)ArdentTly

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