Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Hour glass' counts

Yawning before bedtime
seeing somebody gaping
before work today
will be the sign of a boring
slightly forgettable interval
tomorrow shall be filled
with seconds, minutes, hours
of remembering to live
instead of just exist and breathe
because the hour glass
shreds its sand and it runs
faster and faster
and soon enough one day
its gliding small specks
will have stopped running
since its upper chamber
has emptied itself of
non-perpetual motion

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