I am cottered high inside you pit.

       Not this
not that
        and not this nor not
this or that
when you have poles
all I have is
           no place
outside might welcome
the night might warm me

I am nothing
Anymore at all
Than in myself
My energy is not meant for me
You can be a still center
Which has about it: pivoting
No not this
The ramifications of my strain
A marvel hidden in plain sight
The center still and in me
                               located
and in the millions of years
or more
     will change
or shift
and polaris
       a new name