All of us have one primal need,
An emptiness, a deep desire,
A hole in the soul
that works as the core of our existence,
It fuels the impulse to live and exist,
It shapes our body, thoughts, emotions
like a pot maker
shapes wet earth on his wheel,
We spin to its force,
We bend, curve, mold
to the expertise of its hands,
This want or need is crystallized
with clarity in our soul’s pit,
Buried and hidden under
a thick, black cloak of confusion,
But below the rubble of what others see
this is the most real thing about us.
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