My Amanuensis

Grieving in some parts of misplaced words
Either notes or encrypted voices
Which resides somewhere, buried deep
She roars but goes silent on me
The knowledge and power of her
And how she commands words can scare
Can solve anything with an ink
Not without the scroll first, and then
Memory becomes flat fragments
Some forgotten in time of need
Hard places with an uneasy tame
Nothing can change, not in writing
Mumble something, anything, then
Write in details, me, forgotten

Hypermind