In the museum, eyes of gods
interrogate: their guardians,
the truth-seeker, that comic
construct, time. The sculptures
in their marble-floored pavilions
echo eerily, as if implanted
in time's cochlea. Excess of lime-
stone resonates, reverberates
with crystalline: (ferries heard
approaching islands long before
they're visible). So in old
museums crammed with calcite-
crystal artefacts, sound
is captured and relayed
in chthonic frequencies.
Here are hives and palaces
whose voice intensifies and builds,
stripped of singularity,
in elemental particles,
a recombined and disembodied,
disconcerting synthesis
humming wordless dithyrambs
in deities' sarcophagi…