the archivist

sleep, my friends
sleep don't dream
break out from this gentle scene
hand to me your life's work
to be forever kept in secret
solitude, no one can touch it
make it less than whole

put it away and secure but
open and exemplifying truth
heal centuries to come with
verbal prowess and sharp wit

give it to the archivist,
he'll know what to do
sleep soundly with the comfort
of knowing that you're safe,
to be passed on to future
generations of hacks and ne'er-do-wells.