I went hunting for history Between the walls of a house Peeking through its windows In case its eyes went without. 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. Reading through aisles of empty thoughts I've known him since that moment. The memory he nearly forgot, He still carries a rusting watch *The watch and time, no longer friends Rust and poison, a story again The archive mind begins and ends At the touch of the forgotten face.
Another poem with the poet JAC! His work is in italics!! Lovely working the Thousand-Mile Poetry Collection with you!!