Wootanekanuske's Lament

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Description

Poem I wrote as an intro to a short vid feature \"Flight of the Spirit Bird\" about the presence of Native American Indians in the West Indies.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I traverse a trail strewn with pieces and particles. Cracked treasures yielded from the earth. Stone clay, twig bone glass, rusted relics worn and renewed receptacles of ancient knowledge emblazoned with possibilities. Stories await revelation by a deft hand and eagle eye to relieve the tail, reassemble the fragments, framed the puzzle dreams, spun and caught in the web of time lost in wonderment. The spirit speaks to the heart that here's to the mind that sees beyond time beyond constraints of recorded history, discriminating in its choices, prejudicial in its telling. Where is my tail forgotten? Between the stained pages blowing in the wind between the leaved trees, unbending witnesses, the rocks, the stones, the sands that hold minute imprints of hands of feet of wounded, knees swept into sees carried across oceans, broken remnants drifting into scant oblivion. Blood running thin into streams of darkness. Absorbed, diluted, decimated bear traces left on the construct of faces, unknowing and unknown. Where is my tail? Buried in grounds, in rivers, in seeds, in the heirs of shells in the belly of whales on the backs of turtles in the flight of the spirit bird swirling in feathered memory, lost in Fairless time, lost in mortality. Find me now tell my story. Find me now