The lure of her smile     The lustre of her mind,
who took the steps , slow oh so slow
     stones sit in stream beds
washed over and polished
     the waters are patient and renewed
eons mean nothing and space is ever there,
little minnows darting...entering,
     burrowing perhaps they will succeed in entering and learning ,
gaining that ken He wants so much
Taking the claim He would place if He knew
     Maybe He does and Maybe He can
will she allow the crack, that fissure
the fission and what then of the fusion
To take and mold and linger and convert
     transmogrify? nay simply transmutate
One to the other   the other to the One
     again and again       and yet again.

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