(A Thousand-Mile Poem by JAC and JAB)

I went hunting for history
between the walls of a house.
Peeking through its windows
in case its eyes went without.

I was collecting the shadows
from shelves under his eyes.
The storage room was full,
his heart heavy with lies

*Archive mind afloat with mystery
Memories and history
Saving me a seat
At the back of the library.