Apothecary

Her digital mind is an apothecary;
A series of potentials,
Portents and potions,
Packaged backups like
A museum exhibit
[Simultaneously curator and attendant]

Her digital mind grows on its own;
Spitting codes of letters and numbers,
Futuristic spells effervescing across
Rendered wooden shelves
Now
Splintering
Against stone
As another memory fires up;
Neurons snaking like a river,
Carving out corridors in cyberspace
       [As much as they allow her to afford]