Deserts are remnants of oceans.
Bat wings and whale fins
Vestiges of the same feet
Which tie my shoestrings.
Time distorts and warps
Leaving no survivors.
What ashes of us will remain
As the sun releases its final
Devastating exhale
And sinks into its own ruins?
Well written. We humans think we are the ultimate in the universe but we and the present are so transitory. Your poem spells that out very well.