The original title is the first to melt away,
Followed dutifully by the opening chapter, story line,
Heart wrenching assertion, and entire body.
It's as if, one by one, the remembrances you used to hold
Decided to retire to the southern portion of the cranium,
To a tiny fishing village where there are no devices,
And the narrative suddenly becomes one
You’ve never perused, really never heard of.
Moreover, when you mastered the planets' orbits long ago,
You said farewell to the identities of the three Magis
And observed the linear system pack its luggage.
A second thing is disappearing,
Perhaps the identity of the tiger lilies, a friend's residence,
Or the geography of Chile's capital.
Whatever it is that you are finding difficult to recall
Is not on the tip of your tongue or even skulking
In a remote area of your spleen.
You are well on your way to obscurity,
Where you will join those who have even forgotten
How to paddle and how to pedal a bike
As it has slipped away down a dark fabled river
With a name that begins with an M, as far as you can recall.
It makes more sense that you would get up
At the end of the night to examine a historical book
For the actual date of a famous battle.