Incorrigibility

Incorrigibility
---- Big Frank Dickinson

Beyond fixing, that's what they say - worn out.
Oh, it seemed alright for quite some time,
what with the hum and buzz and all that;
thought it was going to last forever.
It went not away but into transformation.
We all have that in built incorrigibility.
Dead set on heading pellmell down the road,
you look in the rear-view mirror and, hell, it's like
going backwards forwards, what slips away
tells you that you were there. Hey, it's gone!
Wait a minute - let me dwell on that for a minute.
The time expands in a kind of stop frame analysis
that takes place with multiple gaps. Recollection in,
well not tranquility, rather in a heightened state
of loss, grief? No regret. Fascinating replay
from a different angle. Strange how the view
can be circular, can be various - cameras in
every corner both inside and out and replayed
in streaming time. Certain scenes eat up what
came in between. Certain scenes are gone,
Uncertain scenes also get their share of
attention, what is not replayed are the contents of your closet.
How many times have you seen that, or the carpet in
your hallway, the front door, and the back end of your garage?
But bring in the emotions in full dress and then
you have an attraction - memory in cahoots not with
your front lawn, not with the hallway light, and certainly not
with your cornflakes, but with your dopamine surge,
your heartache, your fear, and your laughter.
That's what's incorrigible - and it's a good thing too
because you'd have nothing to review if they weren't
there carving those moments into your heart.