ce n'est pas une poésie

I Am Strange Loop

no memory of

being born

my father remembers,
but now forgets my name

back to the beginning,
before " I "

not a recovered memory,
but a keepsake

a photo,

painted by light

of my mother,
pregnant

of what was,
what wasn't yet

an image preserving,

reincarnating

the moment for me

via feedback loop

from now to then,
to here and now

in utero,

with no name to forget

a child,
a heterarchy

more than memories,
moments imbricating

that my father

may forget, elide

though they will

come to pass

a birth, a death,
a strange loop

i will remember
both

Inspired by

Douglas Hofstadter's book, I Am Strange Loop,

and René Magritte's painting, The Lovers.