​We were not born
(neither created)
 
one cheek lambskin
the other crumbled quartz
 
we smell of distant eras
living in made-up names
 
like Paleoproterozoic
and inorganic pasts

written in chronostratigraphy:
eternal / gnolaum / endless
 
(what constitutes an epoch?)
Epipaleolithic paths preserved
 
in Pleistocene stardust
lassitude smelling of gingerbread

and pterodactyl breath―
two things seemingly out-of-place
 
unable to journey
side-by-side but do

as fire
sounds to flame