Gently ticking primeval clock
Hissing swell of lifeblood spilling over gritty, tired sand
They are the ponderous pounding of eons.
Majestic indifference, scholastic persistence
Stoicism unmarred by toy gun battles or the trials of the human experience
They are the ebb and flow of apathy.
First an exultant paean of birth and possibility
Then a chilly lament for unrepentant death
They are our only taste of permanence.