bloomsday

MEMORY AND RICE

I purged your cache in Scotland
To keep you running smooth.

I purged the things we searched for
So your memories could move.

Our memories are not stockpiled
Like burlap sacks of rice.
Don't turn them into grains of rice.

They cluster 'round the sensories
In our electric mind.
Manifold marigold magnolia mason mind
Each one, a moment where attention paid the mind.