The Crown of Spikes

Crown of Spikes
Perched Precariously on top of a compact reminder
Of a golden-pink sunset
Roughly stuffed into a blender
Chequered and moulded by
ancient, softened sands and crashing, heavily oversalted waves.
Bound by ribbons
and thrust back into Mother Nature's Bathing tub
To let the ribbons etch into the surface.
A map of a new world
gently unfolds
on the base while a staircase reveals
The pull of gravity
curved onto the stairs
By a constant resident called Time.