Thursday, May 17, 2012


     What I may not remember, I absorb,
     Assimilating knowledge as I go,
     Reconstituting it within the orb
     Of consciousness, the worldview that I know;

     Thus facts beyond intentional recall
     Are nonetheless inherent in my thought,
     Like bricks lodged in an ever larger wall
     That my expanding consciousness has wrought.

     Or so I like to say and to believe
     Instead of thinking my poor brain’s a sieve
     Whose constant losses I must ever grieve,
     Though novel compensations may forgive.

         Thus what I’m lacking now in my retention
         I make up for with energized invention.