Through space and time,
A helix coded with memory,
Packaged in blood and bone,
I find myself back here again
Same place, but... a different time
With watery eyes I find myself in prayer
Unbind me from my confinement
So that I may remember my truth.
Hue-man in this life, but not in memory.
I am not the things I have been told to be.
In me I find new layers of truth. Programmed to believe that truth cannot be found within myself I had been imprisoned against my will. But I cannot be confined. Truth seeps out like sap from maple trees. It swells like the waters of a flooded bank. It demands to be heard, to be seen, smelt, touched.