The Aporia Of Mnemophoebia(Electronic poem)

The Aporia of Mnemophoebia

From tenebrous depths, the chthonic mind exhumes

A palimpsest of days, a florilegium of dooms.

The ego, an ephebe, yet a hierophant of pain,

Navigates the phantasmal, the mazy, the mundane.

A numinous chirography, a cuneiform of light,

Adumbrates the effluvium of the encroaching night.

We, mnemonic ephemera, with mnemophobiac dread,

Recalibrate the vestiges of all that is unsaid.

A congeries of moments, a profligacy of years,

Are sibilant and fractious in our tympanic ears.

We scry the past, a tessera, a syncretistic art,

Yet the chronometry of self is tearing us apart.

A hypnagogic murmur, a somnolent report,

The liminal interstices that no one can transport.

The ratiocination, the pellucid, brittle thought,

With antediluvian fervors, is perpetually fraught.

The anodyne of solace, an opiate for the soul,

Is a soporific chthonian, a half-perceived whole.

In this inchoate pageant, this tenebrous array,

We evince a languor and then parley with the day.

The solipsistic fortress, the bastion of our mind,

Is a hermeneutical quagmire for the truths we left behind.

An autochthonous fervor, a primogenial zeal,

Is the sole and mordant cipher for the fictions we call real.

A plangent, ululating, peripatetic drone,

The metempsychotic music from a subterranean stone.

The panoptic eye perceives us, the panegyric tongue,

Extirpating nuances from the songs that have been sung.

A crepuscular delusion, a phantasmagoria,

We are stultified and plangent, adrift in the aporia.

Our limbic system, raptorial, prehensile in its grip,

Is a peradventure waiting on the trembling of a lip.

The grandiloquent verbiage, the farrago of the day,

Is a chrestomathy for spirits that have been cast away.

We’re an apotheosis seeking, a numinous design,

A catachresis yearning for a truth that is divine.

And the eschatological reckoning, the final, dread assay,

Is but a synecdoche for all we throw away.

So let us, fulgent shadows, on this epigonous shore,

With grandiloquence and fervor, demand and still ask for more.