in your dire needy urges
made of sense or senseless
made of worth or worthless
made of energy or listless
made of logic or irrational
made of pleasure or pain
made to scream or in silence
made refined or gross
I may care to hold
be of gentle understanding
or crush to dust by my arm
in sharp, ruthless power
when I know you remain
imperishable, eternal
do I need worry over
greedy clutches of an ego
the powerless nature of evil
enveloping you in those urges
do I need fear of hurting
when I quell your ego
knowing the impossibility
of ever quelling the real you
made of precious stones
of ageless beauty and shine
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