All I brought today was my breath,
And that was enough
To uncover Your centuries.
Housed in sand I found You,
An archaeology of secrets
Buried under brushstrokes in dust
For a lost lucky dungeon crawler.
Attentively I tented Your skull in my palms,
Closing a jaw locked in a bored yawn
Or a scream,
Calling at the bones of your family
To find you again.
Your spectacles harboured crumbled civilizations.
Over your teeth ran the forgotten streams of
And the blacks of your mind drowned Atlantis
In a mausoleum of decay.
Yet I was the one fossilised.
I unified You with Your ornate corridor
Of time, back in the rested spray.
When Your skull sank back to history
And I entombed You in my own
We became the desert.
No museum is enough,
No glass could contain,
No sockets or pockets could be filled
With the megalithic monument of You.
I let the sandstorms shrine you
And instead treasured the world.
It is all that came closest to You.