A Transitory Existence, An Eternal Quintessence

My tenant body constitutes a lease, A rented fabric owed to landlord Time, From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease, This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime. My mind he stakes a vested interest in, Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade, The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion Shall wash and sink this mind in murky shades. Immortal dyes Arachne used to draw, (While mortals die unraveled, naked, sheared) Her strings contested Nature’s with their awe, Art’s golden wool outwears the looming Weirds. This trunk of life is tailored for a fashion, Yet timeless wove is art’s transcendent passion.