within fin's tea, i wake to the wormhole

when--but young--i was but a nothing of what i was. (meaning had been).
when i was still in-twomed, scratching at the silence beyond my spaceship,
my i began to burn, and my single finger scratched and scratched;
inside was where there was found the beginnings of something which i have yet----at this very moment at this very time, at this now i present----to speak very clearly within conception.