Mindspace Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Does the Mind delet the files that are obsolete
Not used for quite some time, but lying within?
How many gigabytes is our mind’s capacity?

Not consciously felt but in the brain of files
There is a pre-programmed software quietly
To remove from the bottom drawers or cells.

And yet this computer is good that when asked
It can zoom into all cells including the recycled bin
And retrieve mostly successfully but not always.

As we age, just like an old-fashioned desk-top,
It takes some time, blinks, creaks, wheezes,
Stumbles sometimes, not on the right matter.

There have been occasions when I struggle
To open the cells in my mind but could not
Despite best efforts – the name refuses to pop..

Acknowledge that we struggle, accept we forget:
Just imagine still-with no labeling or algorithm,
Over the years how much we store and retrieve..

Mind makes hell into heaven and vice versa
Said the blind Milton; we know the Black Hole
The Creator’s gift-disc for all of us is in hard shell.

True picture of reality, the mind has mountains
No-man-fathomed; with galaxies of stars of light
Interspersed with the holes that suck light to nought.

When palsy or stroke or attack or hang or blackout
Strikes screen in front, or back, of the pair of eyes,
I teeter at the edge of insanity, and save by backing.