Nested in Tangles Songtext
von Hannah Frances

Living at the edges of rupture
I find solidity in the movement of roots
Wrangling up my legs and wrapping around my waist
The truth held steady in the nest between my lungs
Beating like wings spanning beyond this life

I reach through limbic estuaries
Casting shadows along the entropy and chaos of memory
I reach to the limits of this tangled landscape
My body holds the history as a map
Disparate narratives, oscillations, aerial parts and unrevealed roots


Fault lines
That were never my fault
Now I am standing clear in the abstractions, attachments, and complexities
I am fragmentary and whole at once
I am tender heart and jagged hand
I am a bird, and a stone, and a fragile bone
And I am here to listen
And love the child I have always been
To hear the torrent in my chest

As a song I must sing as a bright thing I have to offer to the space between
And as the sun seeps through the branches
I believe in the breakage as an opening
As a beginning
I believe there is a way through
I believe I can learn to trust again and again and again