Hazy and utterly imperfect I still see your amazing face But cannot recall your name So many details have escaped me Become just disjointed pictures Jumping from frame to frame Looking back more often now Is it something about getting older? Treasuring such moments Like an old movie rerun In that grainy black n white Like a regressive hypnosis Memories often have a quality Unreal and sort of beyond the veil Difficult to determine between Whether real or just wishful thinking Ethereal like some whispy gossamer Or an insidious repeating dream Memories Pictures of a lifetime Visionaries A shifting paradigm

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