leaving the tunnel

i am and i am not a kingly arthur
buried no princess near mont st michel
certainly never ventured further south
to hear the cigales endless brittle cheep

in the still heat of empty afternoons
rather i reserved an intact core
held back my vision of an unholy grail
let no-one touch the essence of a soul

that could not ever find itself at peace
without the only one who ever felt
awareness of some vague intrinsic worth
despite betrayal and stark cruelty

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