#prehistoric
A stalagtite hangs,
like thousands of others.
Water droplets fall,
echoing through the unlit chambers.
A singular shimmer exposes half-buried remains.
Dripping interrupted by quiet steps and whispers, focused and methodological.
A stone fragment loosens,
falling onto dusty hands.
Chiseled halls, carefully decorated with remains of what once were as alive and thriving as us today.
Our origins, our reconstructed memorials of what was once conquered by a flash that dimmed even the brightest stars.
What will be the stalagtite that will collapse upon us all?
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
Aware to the reactivity of volcanic eyes,
The scar from the comet appears deep,
Transforming an outward growth of conifers—
Travelling across Pangaea
Through meteoroid heat—
Into an era predating now,
Continuing on indefinitely.
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 6:48 PM UTC
#*Those days science and literature did not mingle
In came life and it said lessons you must learn
Logic, rules and the laws of life
Metaphorically matter
Riddled with emotions
Cradled in the hearth
All together*#
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC