seed

The centre of a silent planet.
A stool perched right in the centre of my house
I sit, and the windows, all around me
Shine the light, so that there is no shying away
now. I am all here! I am all here!
I am a hardrock. I am still.
The troubles I have caused transcend me.
The troubles of irresolution transcend me.
And my heart burns with a love for the core.
Lonely, am I lonely? I cradle myself
like a babe swathed in the purest, most delicate skin
My eyes around, unrecognisable
from the deep cots I used to gaze
through, all the way through
Still, asking no-one but my little fruit, pip, seed heart
resting in my chest, my strawberry organ
at the centre of the universe...