Little cave, damp hollow,
You are
Mine. I have
Rested in your
Soft walls, felt the pulse
Of life-giving blood,
Warm.
This is shelter,
Troglodyte dwelling,
We know you,
Forge of life,
Generous cradle,
Even of killers.
My mother dwelt
Here in this
Little cave, in the
Cluttered mucus
Of existence trans-
-Forming I dwell here.
Joyful.
There will be
Another.
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