by Byron Beynon

These are the jewels
that only the sharp eye
can imagine,
the humility of nature
primed like explosives
to shock the unsuspecting mind;
an interval
when knowledge can intervene
on this arched journey,
as time's technology pauses
allowing the laboratory of the senses to arrive.

Illya's Honey Literary Journal

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