For Remembrance

My ideas are fleeting and I like to tuck them into a poem for safe keeping... With hopes of improving upon them another day when I am, free of clutter... Sweeping out the cobwebs, awakening the spirit and free thoughts of my computer Nerve becomes never quite easily___Typing at will---free and fleeing___fingers don't fail me now!! Nerves keep firing to the right receptors, and polish the shine right in the paragraph of me... If there is a paralell universe, what is the other me like?...antipoetic? or a grand poetess? Tall? or just pure ---something? (Rapid snapping fingers to fill the silence) Think...Think...Think!!! Photo carbon copy of my former self...Inhale and exhale, repeat...Don't forget to keep repeating!!!