sands of time


how much time is in the glass

will an entire hour pass

When too much time passes by, is it worth a moment to cry?

will you remember
to slow the years
to slow the sand
to dry your tears

rush. hurry. stop. wait.
cascading through a glass

Do you know where each grain of sand will land?
the possibility in the fall
limited by glass, made of sand itself

the hour, of minutes, of seconds
each second undecided until it's gone

When the glass is empty the question will be-

Did you count the time or make the time count?

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