The Girth Of The 4th Dimension Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Holding in my hand a gnarled fossil
I ponder over its weight exceeding a stone's
And I don't mean one of the pumice kinds.
I feel this one is denser than mercury.

Because of the smoothness and
Toughness of its bizarre corporal features
I can't tell whether it's a prehistoric
Living plant or the upper palate of a yet

Undiscovered alien saurus Rex.
Judging its goldish to brown patina it appears
More like an ancient unlinked bone or ivory.
Its form more alien than

Anything I have ever seen before except
Maybe by a furtive glance at the Smithsonian
Or some other museums of macrobiotic bones.
Between my fingers I feel I'm clasping time

That resembles the bunched skin on the back
Of my hand streaked with darkish brown dots
And unidentified protruding growing matter
That identify my furrowed yet fleeting present.