a bit of language here
a snippet of picture there
this reel of mind
speech and image spliced together
cobbled into a kind of dream sequence
spool of murmur and gaze
I close my eyes
rerun as best I can
this old talkie recovered
a restoration of us
from the archives of memory
my failing vault against the ruin of time
each time the color more faded
the sound more fuzzy
remastered to the best of my ability
a classic film about us
an intermittent limited rerelease
the best show I can recall
