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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