Does philosophy have mainframe access to the core of me? Does it hold, in imaginary arms, the pieces of my original code?

Does poetry have root access to the directory, of my soul? Does it hold, in linguistic arms, the pieces of my fleeting code?

And who am I to claim to be the sys admin of my own domain? Do I hold, all the needed pass-codes to decrypt this birthing pain?

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