time descends your alluvial staircase,
Silurian capsule of secreted, accreted halls
pulsing a radial rhythm of curl and foam.
Darwin’s whisper drowns in a whorled roar.
Yesterday’s oceans in my ear – stirrup, anvil, drum –
a beacon for all time.
Correlated time sweeps on
through hollow chambers of shrouded furniture:
A clock chimes, chimes--
time echoes past.