The Year of Hibernation |
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The Year of Hibernation words and music by Shellen Lubin Life lurch-left, Abdication. Into hibernation. How did I get here? Cut off from the world. Behind a mask, beneath a blanket, Like a baby curled? Loss, loneliness, Isolation. The year of hibernation, How did we get here, Each in our little lair, Gone--all we thought was real, No way to get back there? Fright, forbearance, Fermentation. The year of hibernation. What we believed in was what we created, Too many sacrificed, too many subjugated, And now ... Against all theory And each and every bone. Perpetually weary, Day after day alone. Twice removed From the devastation. The year of hibernation. Hearing voices in my head Ancestral mothers from beyond the dead Singing "Things are gonna get easier Child Someday" Shellen Lubin December, 2020 |
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