Finitude

when all that was
rests serenely
in its place
a persistent question
will emerge of
why this was
how it came
to pass as
all moved in
accustomed manner through
a maze of doubt
inquiry persistence and
confusion of where
why and how
it claimed to be
life in its myriad
forms and infinite variety
held in mystery
part wonder and dream
enfolded in fantasy
wrapped in delusion
running full and free
while time could not
pause to rest or
collect what fell away
in its cyclical rounds