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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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