Random Memory
When that memory comes back to haunt you,
Recall what humble beginnings it shares
It returns what started inside, long ago,
Your vast storehouse of experience, ‘tis true,
Though you might not recall its slumbering lairs
So low.
Consider what deep thoughts repose inside
For years hidden, ever festering, who cares,
Until your mind can no longer hold them in, so …
Hurls them into your consciousness; never died,
Let go!
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