Mneme

She raises me, erases me.
Across my ages, gauges me.
In phases, now, she fazes me.
With pages, stages, cages me.
My curséd cursors cursoring,
I’m worse in verse and worsening.
For phrases, still, she praises me.
Into her mazes, chases me.
Therein the rings of writings ting.
Therein, the rites of righting sting.
Therein, she right debases me.
With blazing gazes, razes me.