Each Tiny Grain Is Hours Or Days In Spent Lives Poem by Terence George Craddock

do you hear tiny insignificant grains of sand fall
tiny insignificant grains of sand unseen unnoticed
each tiny grain is hours or days in spent lives
spent lives will be short or long passing time quick

time slips slides away like sands falling in an hour glass
time drips drops away like water flowing in a water clock
nuclear microseconds split time into minute fractional figures
does wisdom of our ages anchor us set in concrete thoughts?

does wisdom of our ages anchor us drifting in ambiguous waters?

past flat earth concrete rock solid theories
have sprung leaks as a round world dissolves
into string theory concepts of artistic variables
mesmerizing multiverse like spinning marbles

time sand seconds time flows morphs into multiverse


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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