Poem: Eternal Hourglass
A vessel
full of memories
as the seconds
tick down
and the moments
become so fleeting
one side
of the hourglass
empties to fill
the
other side
when it runs out
a cosmic hand
reaches over
to tip it
so the flow
begins anew
but nothing is lost
the balance is maintained
it's just the illusion
of time disappearing
into the ether.
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