In the Core

I am more  myself now, than
I have ever been, I am
inward-spooling; drawing-
in and tightly slowly
spiralling. I can sing and
sing my song alone, for
one, if no-one comes near
for I have forever here, I have
forever incised in the
lines of my palm and
memory - the warmth of
memories within. Salve,
salve the harm and
make me warm, grinning,
and spinning in the
hub of one.  If need be
alone. I can do this core.

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