Delve into sub-brain
Pockets of stones clicking
Firing letting go
Trying to retrieve the substance of yesterday
Corridors of aromas
Locked doors concealing places I’ve been
Faces I knew, sketched only when observed
Feature by feature, looking specifically
Tracing with awareness
At night my dreams are populated by people I don’t remember meeting
So clearly painted with infinite detail
Have they come from elsewhere?
Or have I seen them once before?
Memory is lost when I clean my house
Every article discarded disappearing with associated memories
reminders forever lost
A gift it is said, forgetting
A brain too full, overwhelming
I believe the brain or mind loses nothing
Just tucking away every assorted delight
wrinkled nose feeling, sharp pain, or thought
Somewhere cradled inside the memory foam
of my mind
imprinting the world’s mind.
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