I

me, I borrowed his body
and that segment of the flow of time

my coming into this world was like
     a surrealist painting
and from that moment – awesome –
     there was grief/joy

desire, and ambition – these I understand
although I’m only borrowing

but suddenly     I clean forgot     the full story
including the fact that I too was originally
     once a universe

and because of this, I have
elaborated games

with that being and the whole of this
     egg-shaped life
turning day and night into one another’s
     dreamworlds

when I wake in another dream
I find that I’ve

unwittingly inscribed a poem
entitled “I”

1997

I