Mnemosyne (goddess of memory and mother of the Muses)
She beckons
Submerged experiences
Hidden deep in
Our cells, so they say
She nurtures them through
The umbilical cord
Which ties to the Self
Events long forgotten
Till they grow strong enough to
Twitch
Wriggle
Wriggle
Kick
Our consciousness
Then she coaxes them from
Comfortable obscurity
Down the birth canal
Into the light
Red-faced and screaming
They live again
In words
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