You see those patterned scritches,
those crackles, speckles and blurs?
That side to side shaking and warping
and warm guassian filter smearing letter
upon starless night sky?
Analogue be thy setting
the past be thy domain.
A recording replay device, sure,
though prone to decay and wear.
Despite such flaws a homely
brilliance emanates from plastic
rectangle, choice stretched
for miles holding more distance
than can be conceived of.
Those younger climes, years
free of adult care and panic
catered with recording and
replaying of films a fave.
Never the best way of experience,
I still miss you.