Nepenthe of Oblivion

Perhaps lone odysseys through deserts
Serve as the nepenthe for those cursed
To remember the anamnesis that subverts.

We move like ghosts impelled by pining thirst
Into the empty spaces between memories,
Wherein those arcane thoughts can no longer coerce.

The harsh desert brings the gift of dystrophies
That our minds can focus away from days of yore
To exist this moment in the vein of Socrates.

When at long last we shall earn our absolution,
Realized in the moment that faces oblivion.

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I wrote this poem in the form terza rima, ending it with a couplet. Published here on January 10, 2019.

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