Images, images, images, images, arranged against a blank wall
Images, images, images, images, telling the truth to us all

A slice of time curling, peeling, back from the edge of the knife

Pluck out a day a week or an hour
HOLD IT UP, HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT

Freeze the frame, really look at the faces
With all of your sight, see the eyes looking at you

Immerse yourself into that minute

David Crosby, 2014