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.