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Who was in my corner when I was a baby
In the crib, alone, sinking into...
The majesty of my own physical existence?
Who was in my corner when I was a toddler,
Learning to walk alone upon my own path?
I ask, who was in my corner when I picked up
The instrument of my own heart?
Who was in my corner when I discovered love...
As only I could?
Who was in my corner when my corner
Was dark and desolate...
A child abandoned in the abyss...
The twist is that I was in my corner...
As the love persisted within me
In my corner... Love
As my accomplice.
The light in my eye...
The spark of my own heart...
Desire was the spark which
determined that I was in
In my own corner,
Light of my own path.
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