My Archeologist told me I am too deep
too compressed and too complicated
I flex my brain and attempt an expelling
of said deep, compressed complication
My Archeologist tells me next: fear not power
your own or others as well as might is right
power is but an illusion as well as dust
With precise optical brushes and miniscule velvet pickaxe
the dig has begun without my consent or desire
My Archelologist reaches out to me with gloved hand
confidently turns my wrist over to expose my veins
and touches each visible blue ghost with tenderness
Ach du lieber gott......
I have no fear
Just a thought
Will there be tea and toast afterwards?