(Random Access) Memory It’s like… I’m in the middle of nothing, trying to draw from the absence of everything. Until, these little sprites blink into view, fireflies that spotlight my past with their flash, and shine a light on what I thought was lost. Still, their flash betrays an exit, as each firefly blinks off into nothing, forgotten once again. 01/17/22 M. L. Michael
(Random Access) Memory
It’s like…
I’m in the middle of nothing,
trying to draw from the absence of everything.
Until,
these little sprites blink into view,
fireflies that spotlight my past with their flash,
and shine a light on what I thought was lost.
Still,
their flash betrays an exit,
as each firefly blinks off into nothing,
forgotten
once again.
Every Breath Poetic 