Memorandum

Reduced so many times,
Falsely redeemed,
My self, a sigh forgotten,
Dreams...

If you, aware of more
Than, "so it seemed",
Your self the why
For what it means.

Consider this -
Consider all a lie,
Insist that only what once was 
Now is.

Repeat this lesson learned,
Then try,
Without forgetting, to forget
What is.

The very art of thought
Is caught by bait,
Set long ago,
And yet too late.

For all the creatures
Netted by the mesh
That fret and thrash - 
Are creatures of the flesh.

And such as they,
Such creatures fade,
As pictures or as passions,
All thought-made.

And there behind the eye,
The cunning globe,
Behind the mind, the lie,
Pre-frontal lobe.

There sits the King,
The God, The Fisher,
Forgetting what once was - 
A Simple Wisher!

S.R.L.