[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. [04:51.55]