not even a stone can match it for an hour
that depth of radiant concentration
which denatures time
without falling into stupor
or self-congratulatory bliss
it’s almost more than one could hope for
a fully-realized wish
taking on bits of color and form
to better serve its secret work
all the while plotting to escape
promising and promising to return
but I came for you to follow me
not linger here alone
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