Refreshing My Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thoughtfully abrogating minuscule particles of my being,
rearranging the compartments in my mind intellectually,
so I can try to hold onto sanity without losing my mind
altogether.

How to do this is the riddle, mysteriously taking up my
time right now.

Are there exercises to refresh memory somehow?

There has to be a way to come back and see pictures of
thought on photographic screens for tomorrow's poetical
interludes.