Papyrus

The withered planes

of aged papyrus

read like shallow pools

of cryptic braille.

Alleviating the curiosity

of tentative fingertips,

bringing history

to budding flesh.

Oil paintings with

grease-splotch ink smudges,

blending twelve-point font

into navy ocean depths.

Palms melting,

bleeding present into past,

The synthesis of mortal hands

and the timeless archive.