NOTE: I know chronologics isn't actually a word, but I'm making it one for this poem!
The strings of the earliest sun
Have bestowed upon my chest
And hoisted me down to the cobbled path
Where it all began and I had
Slipped down the dust of the womb
And soared onto the earth of Then
But I have thrusted myself upward
Toward the place I am now
Which is now Was for I have
Disrupted the sphere of the time
We are racing through: the chain of
Events that birthed the world called Earth
The sky is blazing with maroons and sapphires
Nipping at the heels of the transparent clouds
And I am denying the other world until I can answer
The riddle of the new one I had been hatched in
And wondering of secrets and the worth of their sullen
Shells whose worthlessness could seep into the land of the beloved