This mediated moment
is only a stick’s throw from the tracks of our own fleshly minds revisiting and looping back.
Mediation in the middle (Where’s it at? In the middle) is all that anything hangs its hat on.
a recorded resemblance, to echo back, to remind (mind again)
Tell me about it or sing a song that says it
make it indelible by pressing down harder
Take a picture with your phone
run it through a filter
Send it to me
Pretty sure that it holds the souls of all those glinting half-open eyes
deleted the moment after
but still whirring in an undercurrent of electrical memory
under the slush and smudge of in-between