Hour Glass Constantly Empty Runs Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Hour Glass Constantly Empty Runs
remind me to comment immerge
when I get lost in crowd woods
time for words runs away melts
like ice bergs melting in tropical waters
like sands falling in work hour glass
the hour glass constantly empty runs
never catching all hurricane force words
standing in eye of creation storms
we are constantly dividing our time
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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