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Some public utility, quite
possible a rendering service,
has apparently acquired shares and
controls stock
in my memory bank
for with increasing frequency
there is an irritating beep, beep, beep
as I back up to remember
some detail that surfaces
for one more quick peek
seeking a place in What Life Means,
just in case there's
some reason to salvage it.
With recycling "in vogue"
I am encouraged to sort
all left-overs
according to
size, texture, fibre, durability,
content, aroma, sound, touch, etc.
I resist becoming more
efficient,
savoring selected segments
which seem convertible,
perhaps combinable, for they hold
Endangered
Meanings.
Some initally seemed worthy of
subscription and renewal, yet for
other than the usual circumstances
got ignored, undelivered or
sometimes even cancelled.
Now I take careful stock of:
----- intensity
of feelings;
----- vividness of images;
----- distant and associated settings;
----- related and unrelated
persons;
----- entangled and untangled relationships;
then estimate current exchange rate values
and guess
what is redeemable or what
might just withstand rehabilitation.
Sometimes, though, it is NOT a beep.
It
is more like an idiot light
on my mental dashboard, flashing
...."DON'T GO THERE JUST NOW"
.........So,
I don't.
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