Hour 4: Neon lit nothingness

years and years later,

a neon lit cheerful

looking museum enshrines,

 memories- silver and black faded 

photos of human faces;

preserved in their emotional intensity.

a careful study for all to 

observe and consume.

purple flowing rivers,

black dahlias blooming in crystals,

simulated fifth dimensional

bird sounds,

pink and blue mynahs,

the perfect preserved habitat

with orange horned elephants and pink flappy penguins.

“Ahh! perfect nostalgic times,

we captured it exactly as it was.”

rue the other worldly spectators

 

as the little black-silver faces and smiles

fade further and further…

into the neon nothingness.

 

 

One thought on “Hour 4: Neon lit nothingness

  1. A really atmospheric poem exploring how we capture the past – a past that still looks so captivatingly real, but that past slips away from us, even as we watch. Beautifully explored and expressed!

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