Dialectic.

College days are almost over. Creeping right through my skin are the memories - the vestiges of a recent past that primordially molded my coming into being. The remnants of this past may fade but will always resurge.

The memory fading
away in shambles,
Gone through its
eternal crimson hue,
Flows from the
mantra of skepticism
The memory resonating
insouciantly beneath,
Down into the caveats
of eternal revulsion,
Hovers profusely over
the quintessential element
The memory lingering
veiled in a nascent notion,
Philanders the mind
with a surge of recurrence,
And over and over
It drifts always anew