Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Ambered Amnesia


Selective memory pardons, covers,
when one road taken diverges from another.
When fingertips are offered and arms swallowed,
then only carbon dating shows through layers erosion hollowed.
Yesterday's landmarks dissolve into today's watershed tears,
what self-respect survives to follow elective memory
altered, sacrificed upon the altar of inevitable mortality?
Second thought centuries stretch into aeons, misrecall short-sold years.

That which is cast down cannot be recast as who has passed
though seemingly clear at first, progressively fades, overcast
by haze, daze, phase phrase submitting too frequently to oubli.
Time flies yet zapped fly trapped in sapped ointment is found frozen for eternity.

Hollow-wallow tunnel vision discovers
deflected thoughts, who'd cause/effect recover,
subjective objects shift perspectives subtle
as choices chance discarded options scuttle.
Points' questions filed fall by the board's abrasive emery.

As set in amber, rose remains
lost trace of lost love's joys or pains.

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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(17 July 2007 revised 5 June 2008 and 20 February 2010 16 November 2012 and 6 April 2013)

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