[00:20.99]Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past[00:34.50]the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped[00:47.36]in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay[00:53.80]in course at its own display[01:00.28]a pot, a pan, a cutlery board,[01:07.30]a pepper and black spice tray[01:16.97]Time spooled, unspinning[01:23.32]life scrolls unravel[01:29.45]the telling tale wends bends[01:35.65]and breaks these tomes we travel[01:42.35]over and again we abide[01:54.44]but which side now of the[01:58.32]looking-glass facade am I[03:15.83]Memories haunt like diamonds[03:22.30]reminiscence swirls as smoke[03:28.88]nettles in the morning[03:34.67]at night steeped straw of oat[03:41.52]petals of jasmine, anemones[03:47.58]in a water bowl afloat[03:54.50]how grace arranged the chance array[04:00.70]come eventide's shifting glow[04:10.40]Bend and stretch, swing and sway[04:16.26]I am as a snake in your hands[04:21.57]wading lose as oars of two creaky boats[04:27.66]that play patterns with silt on the sand[04:35.40]black coruscation, loam liquid beads[04:40.53]the Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels…