Breathing in paper,
and exhaling glass

feels natural when you’re an upside-down Chimera, or a 

dinosaur in the sea.

When evolution separates us from embers, and

temporal teacups blink over irises, 

each prospect takes notes and tends to its own garden.

Inhaling waves from the future,
and breathing out spells of the past —

watery logic runs forever deep within this web of clocks;

playing to wise observers, who

inhale eternity

and exhale time.