Deep in the Arctic Ice,
one hundred and fifthly miles
from the North Pole, in the year
23,516 T-BC, end of the age
of the great tigers
(second period of man); deep
into the ice, within the ice-
glacier, the earth shifted like
a tree in the wind, exposed
ancient organisms, that lived
deep, deep within the earth's
crust.
Then came the eternal storm
it swung in with a volcanic
roar, thus, from here on the land
was all blizzard, whiteout, nothing
not a thing more, with eyes could see.
Therewith in, all the oceans froze,
and the small organisms, swam in the
thick of the mist, to and fro, across
the icy lands and seas, froze and cold
they were, but bold they were,
and hence became primitive
phantoms.
Written 12/2006 AD: originally written out on a napkin, as a
Short chapter story, and recently found, never completed; written
in St. Paul, Minnesota. According to Aztec time, and epochs, there
was a period when the tiger, the great cats, the jaguar ruled the lands
of earth. Prior or near the period of 24,000 BC, they became extinct, no
one really knows why, and then we shift into a more broader age
of the new forthcoming, human. In the ice ages, which were more than
a few, Greenland has always kept the world in the North, a tinge colder
between the Americas and Europe, perhaps at one time, Greenland
was not Greenland, but under the sea, should this had been, the warm
winds between North America and Europe would have produced
a warmer climate, and should it abruptly have risen from the deep
sea, that would account for a disruption in that area. And so in this
poetic tale, or story, I have created simply a moment in time, without
of course naming the cause and effect, or the moment, all speculation.
