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.
About the Creator
Jamie Wilkinson
23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada.
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