One trails the light, with eyes to make out a shape
this is how we look into things, objects and little beings
trail the memory back with your fingernail, leave a little fingerprint
fingerprints upon gloss, smudges along looking mirrors,
they, we are all pictures slit into little plastic sheets
little albums that look like us,
A part long gone,
A part written in light- unforgotten.
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