Retrospection - woman in (de)creative creation

(a regressive progression)

In a certain time and in the images of that time,
I feel myself in receding pregnancy. I delivered them,
the time and the images, with blood and without a scream.

At them I gazed, of them I sniffed, next to my thighs, the wail
– and the cord, I severed it, from time, the images, and me.

Little by little, I lost the faces of time and of the images –
and the hands, my own, became memories, concave of pain,
less and less rigid upon my belly, in convex forgetfulness.

Then, of the time, and of the images of that time, returned,
intense, the nausea – that, in me, however, became vague,
like an embryo which, vaguer and vaguer, returns to what
it was, before it was beginning.

Now, that time is, in me, the sperm – withdrawing from the ovules,
not yet fertile, of those images.

And, lying here, in a bed of feeling as white as the end of a cycle

– of that time, uncertain, and of the images of that time, I feel nothing;
so purely virgin am I of myself, and, of being, impuberal, even – still.

-- © 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

 
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