4/5/2006 - Take a picture

It's more than a moment up to an eternity between frames.
I can see the leaves but never the trees.
Wrapped snug in details, I'm lucid enough to interact.
That moment between portraits of glory.
Smells of cedar and violets.
Filled to the brim with mistakes.
Filled with an eternity of wasted time.
I could use it.
I could flex and bend.
I could make myself more than less.