A sealed tomb,
It's size fluctuates,
Morphing from a mausoleum,
Into a sarcophagus.
A narrow view of outside,
Peers gently inward,
A shining glimmer,
That doesn't stay for long.
The cracked walls,
Letting in a leak,
Forming a mass into a tidal wave,
Crashing against the walls.
A full submersion,
Dark murky waters,
Evicted through the damage,
Leaking out subtly.
The ebbs and flows,
The tomb is unstable,
Hiding beneath the surface,
Yet paradoxically in sight.
I consider it a time capsule,
One that I hope will be discovered,
For if it is not,
Then it has consumed me.
