Your Gaze,

Engages and Arrests

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Simultaneously

you consider us,

all the while

scanning your own inner depths

Eliciting us to do the same

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your Lapis robe, that of a high priestess,

shimmers satin, perhaps velvet

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Cloth fit for a Queen

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the intricacy of your extended curls

merging with

the embroidered gold geometric trimming

crisscrossing an immanent bosom

invite us to wonder

Are you Man, Woman?

seemingly You Are Both

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the Orb and the Mudra compel

us to ponder the Nature

of your Presence

the Meaning of Your Maker

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there is Enigma

there is No Enigma

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Salvator Mundi

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