i am retracing the echoes of my Memory
you are providing me with an inopportune window
into the dark, leglessness of Babyhood.
i dive deep into the fleshy folds of indiscriminate
melt of Mother’s embrace.
my headscar tingles as i watch your back arch
ancient incision casts long-forgotten infant fear
amidst aching Wanton of your endless
(around round breasts you flow;
in then out; in then out
you grow, you grow)
i let go the madness of sensory vertigo
i’m walking face on Fear
mirroring mortality in others’ desperation
the hardwired edge of our Bio-logical
connection crackles with the psychic loss of Self-Identity.
She (artist/writer/healer) I wanes in the
of Mother Matrix
singing soft lullaby brigades
to the smoky shelter of a shadowed Past.