Parchments Yellow Dream

and under the monument.. ..once laid the land... a Constitution just and poetry.. those two sentries, grand once tall. and I am blind, as well...and need.. those hands that held them out... and Yellow words that changed.. as uncertain I always greet you. You will not always, except me. and i rust a name, too define you? I hide my words as most hide gold, for most spend them with hast and...hurridly...It is I.....go.. When you touch me, I will never be what I was, it is poetry or is it was and I let you touch, is it poetry. Complicated words hide I'm base, think me through to your beginning once was I so pure, now hast tastes unsure and I fear nights... release..and you. You are chaste, and most are, hide me from those, whom chain me, inside the rock of time, even from the blind sea.