The most potent muse of all is our own inner child. - Stephen Nachmanovitch

The Archaeologist

2 nominations

I live in the past it is my playground digging up the bones white dried fragile disintegrating to dust of broken love affairs once coursing with life now in death crumbling as they did while alive carefully extracting them from the muck in which they are buried laying them out to dry carrying them to a museum where they will be displayed as further evidence of the failure of body and soul and of my work as archaeologist of skeletons and hearts that no loner live.

© Jaybird


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