Eidetic Memory

Fixating on a focal point brings images into existence
It is possible to accurately draw with the eyes closed
The details and the images maybe rendered accurately
From the back of the eye lids
I have done this many times
I am adept in the rendering
I have learned the transcendental

My father was at the barbecue
My mother was setting the picnic table
I could see them as vividly as the iridescent blue pond
The pond lapped at the grass reeds
My father was flipping burgers
My mother was looking at me and smiling
It's just that the eidetic was on the back of my eye lids

I used to practice eidetic memory tracings
As a boy
These memories are suppose to dissipate over time
But I can close my eyes at any moment in time
And see the horror in their eyes
I know this was not the original memory
What I remember now is disturbingly different