Almost Nothing At Best Poem by David Whalen

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One’s life is no more or less
Than an hourglass made flesh

Each grain of sand
But a heartbeat of man

Each breath a small death
In the end…

We’re no more than metronomes
Fashioned from flesh and bones

Mere measure of mortality
No more…No less

We’re no more than photons
Mere flashes of light

No more that a meteor’s
Brief flight in the night

A minute component
An atom at best

No more than an hourglass
…Made flesh…
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