Please sir, what do you think of my poem?

"Things in motion, lacking permanence, excite a multiplicity of worlds" this is a picture of creation and change. This picture was probably written while profoundly contemplating the peace of the evening stars, a pen in hand, a knapkin probably and the whirling and disappearing coffee creamer. Oh, remove the evening stars, the creamer can become a portable galaxy, and the whirling can be done with a spoon.