From The Frozen Tome

Cast now your net and 

Cast it wide, for 

In its shadow 

You must hide

Or you'll be caught 

In the ebbing tide

Of Time.

It rushes by

Erasing traces, prints

And such, in causal

Chains formed of 

Foolish trust that

Man could lay

By will alone

Some makers mark 

In steel or stone

To outlast his 

Own weak, sun

Bleached bones,

Foreseeing not 

That Time's backwash

Would wipe both the

Maker and the 

Made and so

Eternally disguise

That Man ever was

Along with 

All the clues

As to his fate

Amongst all the rest 

That

Time's tossed 

As waste.…