Saturday, February 26, 2011

Memory (A found poem)

You are trivial
and winning the game.
Comes down to one question,
you rack your brain.
Fundamental processes come into play,
unable to recall,
unable to retain.

A momentary flash of lightening,
a twig snapping,
the sting of a pinprick,
echoic --
less than a second.

Sensory, sensory, sensory.

Presentation, pattern, progressively,
this decline
could not be recalled at all --
less than a second.

A snapshot
destroyed and replaced
with a new one.

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