Rosetta

Crawling on the fabric, pulling all the strings unknown
This is the only way for history to spare me the sun
Crawl away, bringing me out, exposing the flesh not seen in years
This man inscribes it all from inside the sun, on solar flares, leaving me whole, but buried again, and crawling on my way, to circumvent the sun
Can we believe these fingerprints?
The history
Herodotus the liar
Radio waves of Saturn, sing me to sleep on solar flares
Radio waves diving to everything
And it's extraordinary, so they say
We don't believe in every moment inscribed in the time