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every day seven hundred million video clips are shot and stored on memory chips then uploaded to some video cloud and vaporously saved for society proud the dog tricks, the hilarious cats, pretty daughters, the mundane facts the sunsets and beautiful flowers seven hundred million fractions of hours personally amorous indiscreet **** or grieving mother cradling child forlorn proud fathers shooting son's ball game the clips of our lives we want to frame weddings, funerals, baby bubble baths the stupid stuff we've done for laughs protesting people marching in streets saints, sinners, the just plain creeps if stored on iron, the bits, would rust if shelved, be clung to, by bits of dust yet we long to capture meaning somehow to be reviewed tomorrow, when time allows press record, click shutter hoping to keep feelings, emotions, these moments discreet our very act of attempted save to relive an attempt to pass on lives - to outlive our mortified flesh and calcified bones the incessant drifting of time's sands blown incarnating our lives to immortality acquire and so fulfill our Ozymandian desire © DGoode Guy 2014-01-27 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozymandias