We are grains of sand in the hourglass of Life.
Either we are above/below or going through inevitable constriction; ever at the notion of the Timeless Timekeeper as He randomly turns the hourglass upside-down or downside-up.
AUBURN SAND
the hourglass -
60 minutes of cold auburn sand
in Siamese twin cones,
glass clones;
each grain besieged in a race
thru funnel of narrow space,
flushing from the top cone,
gushing to the bottom cone.
as if sucked in a black hole
quickly falls each grain
( of sand)
in mini enclosure
that mean to measure
time immeasurable
in a space measurable:
an hour on top, an hour below,
by narrowed cones of clones reversible;
but our borrowed lives, irreversible.
(C) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar
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