Centuries

One hundred or so years
Enough to evolve the camera
From chemical black box
To digital Ansel Adams
In one hundred years
We’ve
Come a long way

How far have we really traveled?

Discovery would be
Something akin to a
Séance; holding tightly through memory

An instant connection with
Channeled messages
Inspired from the sensations

Of another

If you’re willing to pay the price
I’ll tell you what you want to know
Laying down the cards
Knowing full well

They read the same then
As they do now