Frame(d) Portraits

These days urges rise
In tall tides, instigating

lethargic hands, pushing them
to sketch portraits once again

Photographic memory, not
Yet sieved, resumed delineation

Charcoal visages came alive
Stepping out of memory frame(d)

Gallery took shape, form
Corridor hung with dull g(u)ilt

Frames bearing my bloodlines
Faulty, salty, cruel, kind, divine

Trip down memory lane tripped
Circuitry, hastily  I took down frames

Square rectangular smudges
On the walls will have to suffice~

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