Ancient Time Collapse

Ancient Time Collapse Ancient time collapsed on mirrored distances Taking history, its ripples, down in the sand Lost in the reflected wide eyes of children looking up They will never know what time it is Archeologists use the suns surveillance guidance system Sextants by sea employed, sojourning to history Compass by land, to point the way more solidly Tools help them seek the depths to find their level To shed light on missing times and parts gone dark Sun fills the void once opened on the past Apparently there is not enough light in the sky Clearly there is not enough sight in the universe To find what they are looking for Exposing oceans of rocks and sand Not much more Mysteries undertaken in the making of the dig Scientists unearth, burn, work, bake under sun Nothing found underground can live forever buried Mixed together, former human parts with sand, comingling there Winds grind and blow the bones around about the rocks Exposed on surface, air turns remnants to powder, so everything is fine Mirrored in the distances are facts and fiction Hollow words that fell through cracks Collapsed with long gone columns Not so solid at this hour What stories history could tell us if we reassembled ancient artifacts Separated them, along with sand and stone and bones Still on the most wanted list of history Forgotten and unknown