Thinking Anew

Reaching into depths of interior thinking, looking for chests of forgotten memories, hoping to dust them off and watch them careen across the screen of subconsciousness. Tattered, ragged, torn doesn't matter, I want to see what's been hiding so deeply inside my being. prying, wrenching, digging, hoping to find some forgotten image of treasure from long ago, possibly as a child living with my parents. Rotating and flipping from vertical to horizontal thought, finding something in between them. Collectively gathering everything into new see-thru chests of steel, readily opened to new approaches of finite situations. Allocating new ways of thinking about unknown circumstances in very exceptional fashion and method, creating a new style, a modus operandi, of quixotic literature on blanketed shores forever.