Dejavu At Tabula Rasa

As I stand peering at tabula rasa's portal
I remember that time when I was so mortal.
The slate that was dark without any words
Is still blank but the ghost can be heard.

He guards the portal; Master of the chalk.
I can't see him but I can hear voice talk.
Not audible, more like something in mind.
He tells me to leave this tabula behind.

His other hand holds he the giant eraser.
Master of the eraser; Together is taser.
As I step back away from this open door
I swim in the great river of nevermore.

I am amazed that I don't drown but float.
Like a life preserver or a castle moat.
Though the alligators seek to me harm.
I swim right past them with his charm.

This portal becomes forgotten, again.
I know it is open but it is my friend.
It lives and has life when I remember.
Hotter than July; Colder than December.