Article voiceover
time waves when there is light in the air
godmother brushing your hair
patiently without a worry
tugging tugging
the soul
yearns for its roots
even when it hurts
misplaced origins
the pain started here
but not the suffering
those split ends
divided in purpose
every waking moment reminds you
time waves because of me
your godmuse mousing
around in the leaves
at the foot of grandmother world tree
my pedals like love me knots
& my veins filled
with that substance
uncertainty
the seasons come
like emotions
cycles in epicycles
hearts enwaking
from the amnesia of birth
