Sitting in the sand
of
Hour glass
Sifting the
Grains
Through hand and finger tips
Who can stop the flow
Of time in
The glass of hours?
Who will find me
In the grains of eternity
or among the
Stars that lay at my feet?
I'll take a cup
And catch the rushing
Granule Spark
To capture the one
Who will capture me
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