Surely this newest limb,
Spontaneously grown.
(Because I needed one)
Surely it will save me
From the momentum
The machine mountain
Made of memories
Masses, melodramas, meanderings
And rehashed stories.
Save me,
Adapt me and adopt me, adaptation.
Claw me one branch up
The evolutionary tree
Because memory me,
Remembering tree,
Is going nowhere but down.
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