Even I have forgotten who I am
When the tulips torsade into
A thousand voices
And whisper breathless chants

I haven't a memory anasthesed
Into musing that maybe the rain
Is my mother crying for me or
Semen to give me life rebirth

I, roused by the ruddy leaf;
Disown the tree
And the
Sere of a halloween response
Of this primordial dance

Ah, caressing the ground
And the abbreviated ant
Stands stupified at the
Mountain green that fell

'Tis almost summer when
The Jacaranda smears
My courtyard in lilac
And I have forgotten who
I am

I cannot sleep and the
Time and the leaves
And the thyme and the seeds of
Thought create a wilderness
Only the clock and the bed
Know about

And I cannot sleep knowing
I am the ant entranced
And your vulva, labia...
This mountain before me
And the storm that sounds
In me... have all forgotten
Who I am

And the lightning I saw
Shooting in my spine
The cool breeze also,
Prana,
Ah, my orgone alive, so he says
And the drifting of the jacaranda
Sheaths the courtyard
And the pubescent labia
Veils your pride
And my inurbane hands
Calloused,
Forget who they are

And even I have forgotten who I am
But the winds,
The 49 windows of the devas
never forget
And each one that breathes
Turns the leaf of every
New cell and trifles itself
With me

Even the bricks in the walls
Are staring now

They remember


Matthew Campbell - September 1999