Nolo Recordari


I’ve seen so many throw life overboard
like dead weight from the storm-tossed ship
of selective memory.

Twenty leagues to port,
where inventory is destined
for permanent storage
on the pages of world history,
so many become cowards.

One or two drunken nights
where some minuscule miscalculation
swells to a social maelstrom 
are understandable.

Regret is a function of risk.

But I’ve seen great minds
lay waste to years
before they happen,
day by day
chanting nolo recordari
as they route the precious cargo
of the present
straight into the abyss
of intentional forgetting.

No law prohibits this.

Only ancient sages
whisper eternal return,
reminding us
to make a masterpiece of existence,
to test how ephemeral decisions 
become final judgments, 
and to treat personal conscience 
like an indelible record 
none can escape.

This kind of accounting
makes every choice responsible
to heirs,
to forebears,
and to the marvelous spark
that animates us all.

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