The past is like a diamond;

surefooted,

untraceable.

And I yearn to be untraceable like the past,

the freedom of being unfound.

Determined archaeologists search,

skilled historians scour,

honest scientists might question;

but they will never find

because none seek /

and there is not one who will seek,

even to do what is right.

It is simply not in their greed.

All care for the pay of the world;

even philosophers care to impress.

But none seem to realize that the past is not something to be modernized.

The beginning uncovers the end.

That we can learn from the bliss of archaics,

and how they did not pay for this whole world;

they did not pay for their mystical way of life.

They were accustomed to an earth in which they were born freely,

in which they could use whatever the earth offered them.

What a diamond of the past;

transparent,

bleak.

What a wonderful mystery.