How does one disentangle herself with memories?

As the hands of the clock turn
Memories become shreds of tissues
that go 'round
and around
and around

They go 'round
and around
and go

Deep
Deeper
Deeper
to the deepest

Uniting themselves with
the cells
that are the very substance
of life

Now how does one
disentangle herself with tissues
of memories gone 'round
and around
and around
and deep
deeper
to the deepest?