For the nineteenth day of National Poetry Month, I wrote a poem about how telepaths view the world. In specific, how the group mind of Vo would create a form of poem. Their language is based on using shared memories, however art comes with the meta of memories. In this case, the presence of memories concerning a specific door.

Unexpected Reduction of Memories

1,238,842 memories about this exact street.
1,002,248 memories about this exact house.
874,823 memories about this exact porch.
584,052 memories about this exact door.
184,823 memories about this exact handle.
9,742 memories about this exact keyhole.
92 memories about opening this exact door.
87 memories about entering this exact door.
1 memory about leaving this exact door.