It is more than a flash
Or a tinker of parts
From a cheap device
You gained from a sibling
Or a cousin or a
Parent or someone
You don’t even know.
It is underestimated and
Underated in unforgivable ways.
It is a memory, sure
A flicker of the past,
A scent a sound a secret
That has been forever captured
In a box of time possibly
With the date in the corner.
But once again,
It is more than all that.
It is purpose.
It is undeniable
That we achieved
What has been forever
Frozen in a rectangular
Piece of time.
And it is proof.
It is proof that we are here
That we were there
And that we exist.
And that is


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