Heightened
memory machine
Sensory
of every scene
Vivid
sound and scent
Moments
archived for later
The
way that time was meant
To
be felt, intensely
Locate
or create meaning relived
Past
reflected into now
Appreciate
time's fleeting gift
Massive
redwood from a sprout
Moments
change and become us
We
are the sum of events
That
we succumb to, that shape us
Time
is a jagged spiral
Not
a line
We
climb troughs and peaks in a cycle
It
stops in our mind, repeats and stays present
It
becomes who we are
Personality
is memory
That
we can't forget
A
reality alone that is ours
How
we feel and make sense
The
documentary that we direct
The
experience we etch in steel
What
percolates into our essence
And
long after memories fade,
And
neurons with age wash away
Just
the important moments remain
In
our gut, as feelings we can't explain
As
the best parts of the final amount
Let's
make them count
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