Lazarus (post-mortem)
Imago remembers her mother
caresses the skin of memories feels its tightness
the hair rising at the nape of her neck
yet there are folds and creases in the story
where the narrative is hidden or erased
those movements the mathematics
the grammatical elisions of cause and effect
which have been wrapped in the warp and weft
of time trapped like bubbles in the blood bending
thought the iron bar of identity reshaping
the curve squaring the circle the slice of pie
the integer the Fraction the transcendental I
never escaping
