Friday, July 5, 2013

THE WRITING OF A SELF DISCOURSE

For me, to embalm my accreted knowing
Necessitates a leap of faith
Worse to entomb your nebulous being
Is like making tangible a  wraith

Spectral as my consciousness of myself is
Retaining epiphanic stipples is unknown
As mnemonics add up and disperse
Congealed illusoriness is grown

The landscape of knowledge is uncertain at best
The writing blurred, flecked with blots
And to traverse, through you, me
To be guided  by  a map of unlinked dots

Something must surely lead somewhere
For  carapaces depths betoken
Threads of continuity, ephemeral at best
Remain, in their essence, broken.

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