It's tendrils sneak round,
Cutting and soothing,
They wrap up the the pain.
A tightness, a feeling.
A familiar smile on crusty lips.
A breeze, pumping through the eyes.
The hand to the head, the massage.
Familiar. Rooted deep.
Gripped, soothed, sweetened.
Dripping, eyes wide.
The oracle awakened
'it comes'.