Know Thyself
Heal Thyself
Please note that the sonnet is separated in the middle by a quatrain similar to the one at the beginning. It may be easier to read the sonnet as a whole.
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Kiss me when I am asleep dreaming me
Never forgetting about you, my sea
On the wings of desire and knowledge, free
Walking on a Kronos ring as a tree.
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The years were somewhat kinder near the end
Having finally discovered a key
Yesterdays were better left to descend
Soulfully into the mind’s apogee.
Entertain your mind with cyclic silence
Looking for meaning where there may be none
Find the right angle for your demilance
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Heal my mind, so I can restore myself
Envelop me with my antibodies
Athenian in repute and yourself
Let me linger around what She embodies.
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Tearing each obstacle while having fun.
Hades hath no fury like a mind mocked
Yearning for a solution in the stars
Sliding into a poetic hole, blocked
Entreating the Cosmos to cross the scars.
Live and let live should also concern words
Falsehoods can quickly hurt and fly like birds.
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A brief Know-Thyself vignette narrated by Stephen Fry
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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