May 15, 2009
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Transient train move us to
the destination of our fugitive moment.
Epochs passing glance provide us a view,
of photographs in gausian focus,
spectrum pixels and data bits. 

The shutter clicks.
A pause for the picture album,
glued to archival walls
gathering dust and seasoned
upon the designated shelf. 

I roam the maze of halls.
Removed into the tunnel of self.
Passing trough time lapsed corridors,
trapped with in the arbitrary borders.
Recanting as I stair upon the apparition lost, 

This manifestation’s ere presence tossed
like a favorite hat upon a mindless rack.
It is the wiser eye that looks back.
The image cataracts, and burns
deceives and turns dim. 

Was it me or was it him.
My recollection flinches picking splinters.
Wisdom beams and quietly surrenders.
History is the ballast of drowning mentors.
Life reveals itself to it’s inventors.