To the one who broke past,
stumbled on the texts
coated in dust
and ancient webs;
To the one who read
letters in code
the truths they held,
riddles I wrote;
To the one who saw
where walls could crack,
solid pretenses split
without a map--
I wait for you
in the womb of this place,
somewhere deep in concrete,
a tomb in shadowed space--
--May you recognize me
without seeing my face.