a thief of memory can
take the photographs,
but it can never take
what floats in your

mind that shuffles
like a PowerPoint
presentation - maybe
there's just something

mechanical about the
way we subconsciously
take photos and store
them in our memory

cards, but you lose some
files along the way,
you can't selectively
press left-click and delete

permanently these dreams,
the residues stick to the tips
of fingers, lingering as you're
stuck in an infinite reverie