I’ve watched your life In detail miniscule Ear-wigging reams Of voyeuristic notes I can show you how you feel…said the archivist Your movements caught Chronologically bare Obsessive lines Of unreciprocated prose I can show you how you feel…said the archivist You’re in my blood You won’t shake me off your shoe The more you push The closer I become I can show you how you feel…said the archivist