"The Big Picture"

Oh the rituals that to us become habitual;
our incoherent idiosyncrasies that within
days and months and years, engraving
into our psyches, nonchalantly become
part of our indivisible conscious being

Still-frames and individual pixels, that all
morphing together, create an panoramic
portrait of our memories; from beginning
until whereat we're now presently existing

Kodak moments: and coincidentally impulsive
and impromptu, non-sequential and a life-times
worth of happenstances becoming adornments

Bottoms of empty bottles looked into; that you,
when having brought closure to, still don't bring
you any closer to eternal truths:
chances are, that knocking-off this last one, is
now your proof