Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash
Sitting by an hourglass
Watching grains of time
Jostling for moments
Dancing gravity in rhyme
Silent driving tumbling rhythm
Changing places each and all
Where high and low are meaningless
All must take their turn to fall
Like a pulse of racing tempo
Each grain will have good measure
In reverse, they settle once again
Waiting passively at leisure
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