As ancient as the first breathe of life,

Inundated with life, for evermore to live,

segmented, to live, to taste, to smell, to hear, to see, to know.


The Inability to realise full capacity,

The capability of segments in a vast environment.

The reality to con-join temperament and judgement,

being in full awareness non regardless.


In the space of time simultaneously with excellent archive search,

to use at discretion, exampling your perfect storage.

Ultrafast sensory receptors input to the spontaneous rigour of dissemination.


Sometimes I want to remember, and remain, nostalgia in play.

Delay to relay ‘what’ or ‘what was’ to know.

Only existing once in the mind and soul and never the same again.

A continuous cycle to recycle,

In a vast environment, no size and limits for the segments.

As once it was, so it is here.

One thought on “Memory” by Akuha (@MrAk91)

  1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

    Nice poem. Nostalgia is a powerful tool.

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