Kinetoscope VisionI wish I had Edison’s Kinetoscope vision, Forty-frames per-second, but not A twenty-seven span of attention, The precious ability to see Frame-by-frame each God given second, Each clumsy mistake, interlaced With hindsight and freeze frame precision. I would not need a Black Maria As my travelling bastion of memory; But, like the Kinetoscope in fashion, I’d store my memories in a box, Especially that moment of crystalline thought, Flickering across the sunshine quilt, That is so often my countenance after A moment of epiphany and repentance. Nevermind the black and white strip, I’d go searching boldly across the Kodak Countryside looking for a colour field, To saturate the negative around me. So God give me my Kinetoscope vision, So that I might see each moment as only You could ever see: grant me this power, To see the reality you have given me, In two-strip Technicolour, 40 Frames, Twenty-seven seconds, and grant me the eyes to See each second as a fixed point in time, Encased in the hope and beauty it deserves. —— © Iain Sutherland, 2013.