Our canvas of clandestine curiousity

Our blinking blanket betwixt the shining stars amidst our planetary solar system with Jupiter and Mars . Such a canvas of clandestine curiousty, a magical, marvellous moonlit monstrosity . Whilst our lightness from the sun and the darkness from the moon gives us early dawn, late duskiness with our midday twelve o’ clock noon . Earth’s term of time that turns on by, from past to present pointers in but the blink of an eye . Our lifespan of lastingness, moment’s of many a moon . yet all our tomorrows become our yesterday, in but a burst of a balloon

There isn’t absolutely anything that anyone can do to eke out our moments of momentums moving on through . The agelessness of amaranthine accererates like a breeze, an endlessness  of evermore impossible to freeze . A ceaseless continuity, tick.tock.tick.tock, goes our chronologic chimes of a clock . A neverending undying that leaves us aghast as we are left with only photographs from our memorable past . Yes humanity is not immortal, we are but smidgens of dust, fresh as a daisy from our birth but through old age we shall rust and at the Lord’s command we deteriorate and disintergrate from his creativity of living creatures of genesis and exterminate