Everlasting

“Not everything needs power when it already holds memory.”

— J. Elahi

Weathered whether we surpass it—

indifferent endeavors,

natural tendency,

elite identity.

I’m like that first sip of Hennessy:

first sour,

then it becomes sweet.

I’m nasty—

with three stages of memory:

Past.

Present.

Eternity.

My mind equipped with no batteries.

It’s like a MacBook library—

always charged,

always archived.

Everlasting.