Many years ago
The place was an abyss
Then the fluid lava
Overflooded it
And the time chronicles
Made it even.
Mended pieces of history—
A mixture of proofs and mendacity
Which grains refused the sieve of refinement.
Living between concave and convex,
Now—a reason
For broken bills.
editors note:
No feathers, no fly; no lie. – mh clay