Biography (The Introduction)

Strip me bare like the land Sacred and unprotected That you come to claw and tear To hold its sparkle In the ostentation of your hand For man is more than spectacle And I am more than Just a sum of atoms, Or a bit among the pieces of the plan Mine me for all the gold I am It is a great project Memory writing imagination To immortalize the castle in the sand The salt tongue of sea Have shaped like a human hand. I shall learn too Rocks like a metaphor for my strength. Only bring not those productions here Machines crawling Into my skin Gnawing me with caterpillar teeth Of a psychological reality Of the Aryan world Leave Sigmund and Karl In the bleachers to wait with me For the expedition that shall be A better paradigm than El'Dorado Those are superficial oars Too narrow the scope of vision To plow and dissect The TransAtlantic triangle Of my reduction To a stage of history The savage Unthankful for its civilization Making the cosmology of the soul. I am more rock Than a caterpillar can feed. And it, before it flies Against the glittering sun Is more paradigm Than you excavate from a pun. Strip me bare like the land This limited space in time Shall tell The expanding universe of days Not a new beginning But a slow Columbus world Coming to the reality Of a preexistence beyond Mere sensation Laid out like cloth Upon the table of the mind. Cloth, you say Another precursory thing to rag O had you seen it Form like cotter on the head Or turban, or mat Or sheet upon the bed It carries babies too Close to the fountain of its milk But cloth, before all that Woven and waiting for the design Functional in service And still a canvas of history Only an ancient African understands. Cloth you take off to change the landscape That body stands naked in its innate beauty Despite the loss of soil and trees Cloth shed like skin Before we enter into the river I from Darien look and shiver At the sight of the newcomer Standing like a Drake