Weaving tangled imprints
Dwelling, swelling, moments
Dreaming, blurred images
Thoughts, slippery, capsules
Smashed, cloudy blur
Slumber, dream fragment
Broken, swallen, fallen
Soreness, the comfort in the softness
Time moves in a non linear way, but
Remember
The Moon today
Woven webs of memories
Tangled emotions
Scarred tissue, deep worries
Troubled expressions
Anxious, adrenaline times
Impressed in cells towards erosions
Slow down, gather, bitter chimes
November, remember, the dead
and the dark moments, now
and before, and to come yet, with dread
Not just now, I and others
the individual is not yet free, no
As sisters, and brothers
do not forget, do not give up, oh
Remember this november
This is the cycle of forever more
and repeat what was before
I am yet to find the quiet in my heart
