Medicine - Klimt
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The image I've added is only part of the painting, viewing the whole painting will help make sense of the poem. I've cropped it as the rest is nudity that would breach Soup guidelines but it's a fascinating painting
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just drink from the cup
as the river of oblivion flows
some try to stand in stagnant waters
others cocooned by the edges
seeking a cure from the inevitable
I see everything
a whole journey crystal clear
these seconds of clarity won't last
soon I'll join the writhing figures
who cling and grab and clutch
naked we yield to the robed figure
hoping for wombed comfort and reconstitution
eyes closed as we cascade to destiny
holding onto a last embrace
there is peace on the dead breath
what lies before the veil of blue
recalling is woven in mist thereafter
are we willingly numbed
until cleansed
did I agree to the before
before
before
eyes closed we enter dream world
slumber so sweet
eager for the first sip of forgetfulness
there is no going back
no notion of what forward means
trembling with loss
unretainable scenes flash and fall as rain
soaking through skin to bone
rain becomes hail
bones ground to nothingness
the vessel becomes the sands of time
that which should have been known
only in focus
as it slipped away
a moment to be the epitome of self
as fleeting as a dream
then we journey past lives
losing parts of selves
gaining something intangible
treasure beyond worth
being is the gift
though it slipped
through our ungrateful fingers
as we lusted for knowing
there is no way to go against the river
no medicine or cure
for this isn't an ailment nor a blessing
shed this skin
unlock all shackles
release the snake's tail
the river rushes
as it has always done
should we omit one drop
from the cup of lethe
to live with residual memory
for what? torment!
all purpose would feel empty
a snake eating it's tail in an endless loop
it is necessary to believe in forward motion
ground solid beneath our feet
cannot fall through the sky
or be burned up in the remnants of a setting sun
life equals death, death equals life
all rivers join the ocean
no intervention can stop the journey
the ocean's vastness cannot empty into a vial
no cure for ruin of sacred pretty packages
we stand in line to receive the gift of medicine
the same line
leading to the same cup
drink up!
the alternative isn't worth thinking about
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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