How can it be that when we speak
A difference clearly I can see,
And yet when I look in your eyes
there are mine in perfect symmetry?
“The places I have seen inside and out the confines of my brain.
The memories I visit from time to time and time again.
I must examine and discuss. I must release and explain.
The recollections saved, recorded, written and sustained,
by electric constant in the wires do these words remain.
If one day such power should fail and darkness fall.
If not page of writing lasts that tells the tales of tall.
If by chance an illness take me so I can’t recall.
Or my days reach the last number in the count and stall.
What monument could possibly do justice to the wonder of it all?”