A fossilized meteor shower I study through my lens. A rainbow splash from a comet crash provides data, a case of chance ancient art.
Put my foot down on the pedal for my excursion back through time to start. This insect splayed on a stone is the ancestor of the spider
or could it be a crab? Such questions prove that geology is really far from drab.
My heart would harp, my soul would sing, if I found the crown of an Atlantean king.
Miracles and visions, you cannot rely on them. If you want to wear the garment, you must sew the hem.
First forest I glimpse in my glass. Horned beasts with hard claws sniff through tree and grass, all free of the hunter.
Now the prism flickers with colours, prepares to open its doors.
Wonder what will be revealed, what time thought better kept sealed?