MayPoWriMo 15

Not sure what to make 
of these anniversaries

that keep accumulating
through no fault of their own

static moments getting static-er
tending to brief staccatos

of motion in the brain
here in the light memory

stays different all the same
eventually you become the picture

and staring back into the square
means there is less and more

to retrieve by random access
which is the only way anything

makes sense anymore back then
you were a blur and before

you knew it you were gone
at least there are these pictures

given enough time become world
only left what those eyes saw
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher