The Camera Man

 

My eyelids have clicked the shutter

and your image is now captured

in the catacombs of my memory.

It is an involuntary reflex, storing

and cataloging my experiences,

a visualization of what I perceive. 

The largest pictures with the most

detail and depth were formed by way

of a powerful emotional valence.

If I am lucky a story will grow from 

such compelling images and quicken

the most essential parts of who I am.

I do not know where they’ll go when 

my brain has ceased to function and

its electrical synapses have dissipated.

But I imagine there is a celestial cloud

humming with mystical machinations

keeping the remembrances of love alive.

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