eternally indebted to imagination for facts, educated beyond my intelligence, reminded by memory, skewered through by shame, the biggest negligence-- trust humbled by an unseen odourless mass of guilt gas-- subdued, I succumb to the game but even this shall pass, for oblivion is kind, not crass on this you can depend unknown how or when for the clever, the headstrong, the deft nothing's left gone too long gone forever love bereft