[ti:L-Dopa]
[ar:Laura Stevenson]
[al:Wheel]
[offset:0]
[00:25.24]I'm a bright, white egg
[00:28.10]And I incubate in a warm, yellow light in the winter.
[00:37.35]And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning,
[00:42.84]And no one will be awake to see it happen.
[00:48.36]There is no history,
[00:51.92]There's no expectation,
[00:56.16]Just warm, yellow light on my skin.
[01:02.50]And I'm blessed by my mother,
[01:05.92]Though I'll never know her,
[01:09.11]And I'll never be lonesome again.
[01:42.73]I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater
[01:48.68]I wearily quarry into.
[01:54.93]And my mother she stands
[01:57.65]Where the characters dance
[02:00.97]From the light at the height of the room.
[02:06.72]And every night I repeat the phrases,
[02:13.23]Just to see if she predicts the changes.
[02:19.93]And I'd die for a word
[02:22.48]If it's all she'd afford
[02:25.45]But she closes up knowing it.
[02:58.61]Where I am
[03:05.11]Is right at the beginning of it,
[03:11.91]All I know I was born with.
[03:24.88]Where she is,
[03:30.71]She is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen,
[03:37.53]The air she breathes is a slow wind.
[03:51.08]I'm a tired arachnid,
[03:53.15]Spinning loose in my threads,
[03:56.88]Building lifetimes of gossamer beds.
[04:03.18]And the filigree waterdrops around my head,
[04:09.59]They absorb every word that I said.
[04:14.56]There are no wings hitched to my spine,
[04:23.09]Just an undying urge to climb.
[04:29.68]And I'll wait for my mother,
[04:33.23]Supposing she'd bother
[04:35.80]To hold me and keep me a while.
[04:42.31]To hold me and keep me a while.
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