Hello again, Beholden!
This is my personal view of the piece. The suggestions below and purely that: suggestions.
Wow. This was darn beautiful. It was a wonderful montage of imagery, a seamless movement through the lines. Simply well done.
Freeverse, nice rhythm, whimslical rhyme scattered.
"folded and fractured, tilted and abraded, the geological
record of our ages,"
"Can this be true recall, a record of so long ago,
or is it merely reconstruction from the shreds of a family tale?"
"these footprints in the hardened mud
are whispers from the dawn of understanding,"
"Visions crowd in upon us as the ticking clock gains pace;"
"The snapshot stream becomes a flood, real events and photographs,
remembered scenes and dreams envisaged, kaleidoscope
of colour refracted in a million shards,"
"cathedrals sailing through clouded heavens"
"the compresséd past
surfacing now and merging with the present."
The full last stanza.
Absolutely nothing, I loved it.
Write on and prosper!