The fickle resident of my skull 

swears to me, 
we will remember: this ‘All Of This‘; 
the timbre of sunlight 
the iridescence of laughter 
at their shared goofy song-memory,  
bubbling sweet unison. 
But the truth, this body’s heat-rage 
has already opaqued the day 
inserting slow-blinks : making slide-show 
making filmstrip
(a something they’re too young to know) 
of the moment’s lived HD movie. So now, 
these words – a desperate artist’s try 
to sketch the in-betweens, to 
recapture vivid sight.