Fingertrip

I twitch touch in search of the such of such,
the feel of feel, beginning's beginning.
the tunnel that's within the worm of worms,
the hope that is the kernel of despair

my wit's paradoxical, my within
is without, deprivation that feeds me,
so my repeat is always somehow new,
in spite of my intention to calm change

I started with a whirl within a whor…