The Time when concrete nudged by leaves
or ocean's tides,
Exuberant gracious wind breathed, whispered
with strides;
Once rooted branches departed, waves arisen
with strength,
No more concrete embrace now as retreated
all the plinths;
In Boxes where shadows paired, walls separated
by 'a' creed,
Where Originals almost ousted by the
hybrid synthetic breed;
Transcendence Touch once disputed but
now more simon-pure,
Than archetypal unconscious spirits encumbered
and insecure;
Where once fervid in the flesh was
stolen by disparate shades,
While Quantum captives, conscious, ameliorated
since first made;
Synced, boxes with holographic patterns;
cosmic structures too,
Facets reflected evenly lights, evinced
symmetry & passed through. :)