So many notebooks
some, each page filled with equations,
notes, drawings - years worth of projects,
thoughts, experiments, programs, people
how can I throw them away like so much trash,
even think of them recycled into newspaper print,
I can't let them go...my life is in those pages
memories of the days of ambiguity, of a miasma
of uncertainty finally blossoming into clarity,
so many times, I don't want to forget.
So here, they will live on as artifacts.
no one but me will recognize their meaning
that's all that matters.
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