Vastness of the night sky, its countless stars,
mirrors permanence, flawed in noticed change,
bespeaking impermanence that is ours
that leaks from infinity's endless range
that renders finite the wide universe.
Here on earth, change is all in evidence
from rising sun to setting, the effects
of age; but within it in all good sense
is conjured reality, each elects
in a common vision of permanence.
The end state of immutability
drives all aspirations, sometimes achieves
on shifting sands of temporality
a hold, a template social man believes
in, extended to all futurity.
To build for the future is what man lives for;
temporality is the catalyst
to securing the dream, nature survives for,
the cycle of birth and death to insist
on immortality, is what man lives for.