Time can be the most brutal of captors.
Especially when the mind holds the keys.
Keeping the faucet dripping way into the night
is one way of saying you have a whole lifetime to endure.
A millenia ago we did not even know of time
Now we have innumerable ways of recording it.
These single moments were never meant
to be scrutinized for all eternity
Stretching it out way past the boundaries
of its natural longetivity. Keeping it alive longer
Like an animal in a cage fed just enough
so we do not let out memories die a noble death.
I pity the longetivity
of the Unknown Soldier's captivity
The infinite sentence of the
Pharaoh's in their tombs
To the photos of our own moments locked away
in shoeboxes and stored up high in closets.
To the photos of our own happy and sad times
locked away in shoeboxes and stored in closets
I think some natives believe it is
photography that steals your soul
John
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Last edited by tanseman@gmail.com; Today at 02: 40 PM. Reason: I reworked it somewhat...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem