We giants 

step carelessly over infinite striations of sand

marching endlessly through time and back 

again

The heavens and the earth could have easily been crafted in 7 simple days with the pass of a glance

Amongst the millions of miles of granular life

we can still look down from the temperate skies with perfect clarity

For it is shallower than it seems

Crystalline in thought

though without means

Where has the time gone?