You haunt me, sweet
memory of forgetting,
Dark breeze blowing
from a later room
Lethe sea ‘fore me, black
black begetting
That listens, all
about the present womb.
Pain! We wade through wisps,
signs of signs of sign
So waste a sigh, taste
chased on risen wind
Forgetting forgot by
my flat old mind:
That tub, not full,
how all things fallen in.
Just lie me ‘neath the
deep, the belly of All,
To feed on the swell, yearning
turn of the sea,
Sunken memories, below
time and harm;
Nothing moves in this drowned
unsoundful hall,
So slowly still: moaning
as the day breathes
That I would turn into Mother’s arms.
