My Memory's Key
Vulcanized rubber, ebon and blue
Ferrous its thin ribs align in a queue
They let you/us be and they let you/us see
Unlocking the code of my memory's key
The locksmith is knowledge, he falls to his knees
The subcon is fires; unanswers my pleas
Gyres flow gelid from bubbling to thick
Four billion bits fast to the reveille stick
A library not, but a letter contains
Confessional, edict and summ'ry of pains
I finally convinced you/the truth/that it's through
That moment I relayed the gumstick to you
E-mails are tacky, and phone calls too cold
Texting too timid, and meatworld too bold
But one single letter on a memory stick
Like the final connection on crepe paper ripped
Or approach of the slider on the last tines unzipped
Or a corolla of petals too untimely clipped
Extinguished your dreams; in plain, did the trick
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