The weekend sprawls itself out, like
a tipped paint can pouring the yellow
across earthen floor, my legs crossed as
I tap rap tip on laptop keyboard,
hitting space for play as I delve into
folders of music untouched since 2003.

I am brawling with my ears, forcing them
to listen to music of decades, some singles
that had lain in rest with no light shone
for longer than adult lives, they point
inwards as I reflect alongside them,
being brought forward like a lost child.

A little is drained, sprained, strained
like rubber bands round melons, as brain
overheats through rapid memory return, oh
that came from here and that was first
listened to because of this, and the
replicas stay the same, the repeats joined.

Give me strength to finish, to put this
task to rest, though it has sat unfinished
for the entire time that folders have
followed between external and internals
over decades of hardware, for then I may
rest in my complete library.