Time-Capsuled Passions
The clock tolls the time again
To fold infinitesimal
All the things that made you human
Let us pack them neatly
Away into this impregnable cage
We’ll both place deep down
Into freshly toiled earth
Isn’t it amazing?
How they find their way back here:
The matter of all things dead
And I would not mind finding our way back too
Digging up time-capsuled passions
And when I do-
If I do-
Perhaps I’ll find them a deteriorated mess
And I guess that would be okay