Jagged beauties! The art of earth and stars made real!
Molten crust breathed into sandy caves cools with infinite adagio.

Slow and silent. Motionless, if you please, deep beneath the roots
of fungi, trees, and dinosaurs, molecules align like soldiers on a quest
for perfection. Aligned in time, bound by space and movement unseen.

Beautiful smoke of the earth holding fire, occult and primordial,
the greatest of antiquities to admire in our brief flash of life.

Smoke of creation, carbon pure, breath of life radiates from your points.
Electrons fly, and back again in timeless synchronicity.

Yet, you are still and poised, reflecting sunlight through smooth facets
of jagged beauty! The art of earth and stars made real!

Beautiful smoke of the earth holding fire, occult and primordial
I have witnessed from that place without age, glimpsed as you grew
into pointing this way and that, rainbows from a pure world of love alone,

Hear the whispers of your astral guides – their destinies, like ours
hurtling through space wrapped in time’s back and forth agenda.