moments of my life flicker
from behind a blue screen.
each and every moment
precisely documented,
despite the growing fogginess of memory.
what stories are told, from behind a lens
what is not said,
but can be seen.
what is not seen,
but can be felt.
what has been left behind
and what stays with us
as infinity runs its course.
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