The softest spot in life is the understanding of what you are.It absents power. Before feminine, this knowing.
Takes nothing. Gives nothing. Withstands all scrutiny.
More receded than background, more cherished.
The most vulnerable place in thinking.
The world's end, the last book.
Nothing stands before it, nor after it.
How can you still rage at the day's doings?
Bask in your own glory - poor sweet thing.
Relying on your principles,
those weak links in your armor.
You could get swept away by anything.
Yet, this melted place pulls you back with longing.
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