Time, is as constant as its visual cone,
will scribe into script its wits about space,
conceptual strives contrive us to hone;
in dew time, light duly alights out of haze.

Aquatic mime seduces us with light,
as quasi quests qualify as useful tests;
equations, lie quite close to what is nigh,
then, space acquits for time to be reset.

Space takes time to niche life' s samples,
lit aquaries gift with what' s required;
a love lit writ for us to be inspired?

Sundail' s arch bows to bite the apple;
shadow hide what arrow' s point acquired;
then, light invents in turns its old attire.