Through the Eyes of The One Poet–On a cheerful overcast and crispy evening an icy shard meteor spiraled and flamed out on to the Atlantic Ocean, fragmenting to slivers on impact releasing into mile high waves small flakes that rolled with wakes onto shores, spreading shiny substances over peat bogs and moors. Ancient logs rose from deep within the earth\'s keep awakened by this silvery sheet–rooting once again, sending forth limb, leaves and stem. Drops of Sheen coalesced to nourish this gigantic grove such as never seen. Trees flowered under sun to seed each mothering tiny sphere of sparkle, wafted by the wind, swirling round the globe veiling everything ever created by men– In a matter of months cities and towns melted. Roads, bridges, and parking lots wilted while every mode of transport on them faded away. Shopping centers, libraries, museums, metal alloys, and cloth all dissolved into an effervescent broth, a thick soup feeding a primeval forest and primitive wilderness of meadows, huge stands of trees and clear sparkling streams heading toward the seas, emerging as liquescent solvents for all rubble, rubbish, and detritus. Strewn about the surface of the planet were estranged sculpted statues of marble, alabaster, wood and granite. Stone, base metals and precious gems survived long after Sheen arrived, their essence unaltered by the human race. Landfills deliquesced into a nutrient medium freeing an abundance of wildlife new and old as the viscous liquid reached ancient fossils, animating them into existence, a mixture of Paleozoic, Mesozoic and the more recent era of mammals–Man stood there in his nakedness in a garden of Eden– The first year only several million of his species persevered, sparsely scattered about various landmasses. The Eyes foresee be a thousand years ere an opus of poetry appears.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017