A Poem's place in a universe of death

We believe and disbelieve
A hundred times and more
That stones reveal
Time and death are one

Poetry though is the great postponer
The supreme fiction
A moral compass
Freed of television and like encumbrances

Poetry is imagination's twin
The mind's revenge on passing days and years
An immortal partition
It views reality and makes a weak aside

Take it
Build a haunted heaven
A lie
A haven against time where nothing is final
A haven against nature where there is no end