What Can Last

Out here,
The world goes on forever.
This desert,
Seems to last forever.
So clean,
Despite the dust.
It is pure,
Unmarred,
Impurities burned away,
Lifted by the sun's rays,
Evaporated.
All that is left is what can last.
Fearsome creatures great and small,
Impenetrable growth,
And stone,
Written with lost dreams,
A wry commentary on impermanence,
Written by someone unknown,
Unknowable,
Lost to time.
All that is left is what can last.
This stone,
This arid sky,
Stretched from horizon to horizon,
Forever.
Let us rejoice in this strange,
Dangerous,
Beauty,
While we're here.

9-18-19