If you could stand
On the spot
Where you now sit
From the time that it formed
Till it didn't exist
From rock
To field
To lane
To home
Built and rebuilt over
Like
A temple of old
Could you feel
Those that have dwelled there
No matter how fleeting
All the joy and the pain
Every embrace and beating
Each one slowed down
So poignancy crushing
Then seen as
A speed run
To infinity rushing
What would you take
From the eternal lesson
Either
G*d
Or the Universe
With your head surely  messing.