329/365: Body Is a Splinter
It is easy to focus on the splinter
even when it is surrounded by a whole, healthy body,
and so I forget:
I have a still, silent point of knowledge
that rides along within this meat.
It has been with me
since the moment of my birth,
and it will be with me
when all of the noise of this existence
is a splinter,
that amplifies forgetting.