Computer Memory

I capture all the gems 

With just a click 

On the box - ‘download’. 

These crystal baubles then 

Order themselves in a line 

With mathematical precision

In some dark place. 

I will probably never 

Stumble upon again,

Hidden in some Delphic language, 

In some password-protected room. 

And their value 

Is only when I, not another, 

Bring them back to light.

But only if I blunder onto them 

Before I, myself, have been placed 

In some dark sectioned place 

Where there is no clicking 

And silence reigns.