Portraits surrounded by shadow
put in place
and made level by my hands
though
the space is small
behind my eyes
i crowd the pictures in

Some are fuzzy
Some are clear as day
Some are broken and
lay out on the imaginative floor
Some are highly polished and
shine

Borders of highly prized light
bring life to the images
even deep in the center
Where they're stacked
thousands upon hundreds

Some are rarely recalled
Some come alive numerous times
before i even wake
Some are deliberately ripped
and forgot all together
Some are secured tightly to my subconscious
where misplacement is difficult

and today
i think ill try to find space
to add even more