we are ghosts ourselves
digging into the past
seeing our future bodification
rib inside rib
sleep before our sleep
will search for us?
will they open our resting mound and find truth?
along the shoreline grey morning
you could carry my frame and feel it in your soul
‘as you are now so once was i’…
and i leave this museum
Washington a memorial to death and duty
Smithsonian knowledge – Egyptian smiles behind glass
a wash of a crowd wondering only in this moment.