Archaeology

Clouds collapse on each other feeling
They've had their share of my burden
Mirrors transcend the powder you dust on my face
Painting me the way you want that day

It's wrinkled, you know, wrinkled and crow feet and fossils and dinosaurs and archaeology
But you assume me to break upon command,
Laugh upon words you feed to
others who differentiate not the blurred line
flying between perfection and possibility

Ah, I'd have you know every detail
But details remain fragments of complete truths I refuse to tell
You pretend to think to know to see through
but my outer layers and think we'd
intersect and intertwine
Cards and tricks I cannot mine
till beacons of hazy nights swallow mysteries into
the story of a time

Once in a limelight
Twice in a green light
Inconstant feelings sigh