Unwrapping Record Poem by Adora Williams

The arcane is
Under layers
Under muddying peelings
Within a tree
That is sound and becomes sound if
You listen to the unsound imminent darkling

It layers me
As I try to unlayer
The last solstice's imprint

I couldn't recall how a bare skin felt
Under the light
It took me several equinoxes to sound
Utterance again

But the strange matters didn't close the matter
There was a tempest that resulted in mould
I had to leave the cave to repaint the walls

Words are hidden in a record
We're revealed
Streaming liquid light blue
Rounding,
Being dragged to a cliff
Hanger

To be reborn
To relieve the burden