The sands of time have escaped the hourglass and cascaded onto the coast,
Everything I tried I reached I failed to my utmost.
There is no more time.
Time has no more me.
I feel the sands that held my hours, held my years,
swallowing up my toes, infiltrating my nails curled through my feet like a martyr at his last roast
when no one laughed,
and no one stayed,
and no one lasted,
no one prayed
and rumors abounded like breezes in the desert air,
those sands of time escaping mine to flee to God knows where
and congregate in sediment,
and confiscate the lead I sent
fleeing from pencils like time,
I see the rain as thick as vines
and wish I knew what was to come,
and hope and pray that I am one
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