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Hourglass

Two bodies have I, the longer I stand, the more I run.I never sleep, nor do I breath. Do but consider this small dust, here running in the glass. The dust is fine grains of sand. It runs through me each time I am tipped over. I am a rather an exquisite object. I barely make a sound. The way I shine when the sunlight hits my curved body of glass . The way my engraving on my gold surface at both the bottom and the top of me enlightens everything. The way my gold and pewter ends combine. I love all of it. But could you believe that this was a body that one once loved? These tiny grains of sand, it fills me inside. Its what I never thought to be. In death as life unblessed, to haven’t been expressed. Even ashes of lovers have found no rest. This sand that runs through me over and over again, is a steady flow of gift that forms a mountain shape, ticking the flow of time, till the last grain of sand runs out. Time from time again, I’m tipped over so I can pour myself out. Time now again, sand on bottom, Turn me over, brand new moments tick that stream from the top of me again to the bottom, slowly falling. Over and over again , The clock will start and stop. The time is in the hands of whoever controls me. You master the operation. You control my life. This off beat rhyme of time, it doesn’t halt, It just buries us faster in quicksand. Can the truth ever be known to what exists beyond my glass walls? Fading visions, mixed metaphors and trap doors. Time runs out , it doesn’t wait for the confusion to clear itself, so must we all continue trembling on in fear. Time flies forward, the world caught off balance , but we must bless the week, for that they search for the emptiness that was once full. I make a trickling sound, I do. But as time flies by I reckon to recall I don’t hear it anymore . Seeing time and time again, slip through my fingers. Sit and watch me stand time will go by more and more quickly. As hours go by you will forget where you once stood in this magnificent room of mine. As quickly as hours go by. Looking at each piece of me, its a tiny piece of time. Too small to be measured, rather its a piece of my inner soul. Every grain of sand that runs through me has a meaning. From time thats so fleeting and fast. Do memories fade, but are still known beneath the glass walls. Each time in turned its more precious then the last. I treasure each grain of sand within the glass boundaries. Its my life, My blood, my everything. For that each moment bring me memories that will last forever. Savoring each bit of them. My time is endless, full of memories galore. The desire to stop can not be reached, Time and time again, over and over again, till my glass body that one once loved, shatters leaving these grains of sand spread out upon this marble floor


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