86,400 grains of sand
Blowing around before they land
What is that number to you?
Well it is, the hew of you, you see
The cue to your day,
For your day wouldn’t be,
Without 86,400 of theses
Lining up one by one
Marching in a row
Adding one as they go
Till your day is filled to the brim
For your able to play with them
The way you please
While you sing your hymn this day
Then, poured out – as it descends into the ground
For we are one day closer to be bound
How did you spend your day today?
Thomas Plotz
86,400
23 AUG 2015
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