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Our silent scream of exploding ecstatic delight
A secret we each hold in our individual solitude
Rapturous climax continual as polarities ignite
Yet for onlookers we appear to be in quietude
The only clue we offer is in manner of interaction
As we embrace-hold-release each moment with ease
An agendaless empathetic flowing orientation
Receptive to all yet with no inclination to appease
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The Self has no attribute
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