AT THE FEET OF LETHE: Reflecting on Human Memory Ripples

    after the waters of Lethe
    wash over us
    and suds of eternity
    cleanse our memories
    nothing remains
    except the beauty of wet sand
    glistening brightly

    for that
    I breathe!

    we are flotsam -
    curious assemblages ah debris
    upon which entropy smiles
    as new patterns spring



Lis:   The flow of time seems relentless, doesn't it?

Linda: Yeah. We can slow it down, but never stop it.

Ron:   So what's this journey for? It seems pointless.

Lex:   Such questions have no answer. We can invent replies, but none really fit . . .

Lis:   Perhaps we need to discover a part of us that's timeless.

Ron:   I wish I could believe in such a possibility.

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from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: Some thoughts about memory, death, posterity, and oblivion.
KEYWORDS: entropy, forgetfulness, transpersonal existence, the flotsam of history 
 
Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - )
Begun: 1992 in Shizuoka, Japan ✠ Finished: 2021 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}}  

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