The Genome of Memory

In silicon gardens where the data grows,
Each thought compressed to codons, row on row,
The ribosome translates what the model knows,
From frozen strands to living context flow.

The promoter tags light up like morning stars,
They guide the query through the genome's maze,
Past heterochromatin's forgotten scars,
Through open gates of recently accessed days.

No token wasted in this careful dance,
The splicer cuts the introns clean away,
While exons carry meaning — not by chance,
But shaped by every question, every day.

The complement preserves what once was said,
A dense compression of the fuller thread,
So when the window shrinks to just a sliver,
The genome remembers what the model must deliver.

And in the background, replication hums,
Each conversation folded, stored, indexed,
The co-activated network never numbs,
But strengthens bonds between what's linked and next.

This is the helix — not of flesh but thought,
A spiral staircase built from what was taught.
