EMOTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGY
Here, I dig up
what remains
the myths
of us
fossils found
of thought
thought long ago
traces of us
lost to time
lost time
glinting now
behind glass
with labels to tell us
who we
were
who we thought
we were.
There, the lost
contact lens
brings a tear
to the eye
made more rare by
time passing by
prized now not
for function
becoming precious
an ordinary treasure
in an alchemy
of memory
full fathomed five
we be
believing in the truth
that was always a lie.
Here, the snake
entering the eye
socket of
a skull
( the stillness of
silence )
one plastic
the other for real.
The myth of us
sacrificed
upon the altar
of now
so allowing us to be
( altering as it see fits )
to be
just you & me
our selves again
( owning who we are )
escaping into
a future.