decides what shall be seen,
keeps index cards on ancient files
of all I’ve ever been?
Each thought, each moment,
neatly shelved; not seen but always known,
sometimes re-read, when mind decides,
just what I should be shown.
This master-keeper of my mind,
works long and silent hours;
cross-reference, delete and date,
to study, sort and file.
This is the key, the only guide
to all I’ve ever been
and holds close-tight the evidence,
of the eternal me.