Cenotes (Troglocambarus Maclanei)

Former alps make reluctant isles, ants in a storm, we are all condemned

Now the greatest minds sit not on spines, we are all their nutrients

Every drop of reserve, unfrozen, still did not reach the highest peaks

So a clever, brine cracks a faucet of time, pouring archaic seas,

Each set of waves smarter than the last, climbing tides never recede

Once benign pools now smile right back, patient for us to concede

A millennium, ago, my father was of my age, rumor has it, I look just like him

Subterranean rivers flow through chrono fissures, I will follow them and see for myself