Screen memory may
Be the truest and saddest
Paid for
But beyond that
Just flickering in the dark
Glowing dots
Or the pages of lost books
Read for secrets
Power that collapses once known
But still upholds always elsewhere
Dark and absolute authorities
The messages of products and packages
Who owns them, how well
Their clothes and the smell
How they hold themselves up
Always ready for projection
What writes, say
A spectator of their comings and goings
Of obscure and ridiculous unknowable people
Stuck in the memory unreachable
Sometimes stuttering out
A signal
When something shifts
Mistaking later
Scars for organs