by BOB GALLO   Nov 30, 2023

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand:

Sands in the winds,
the sands,
the critter and the creator of time,
ground from rocks
pouring in and out of everything:
bones, towns and perpetuity.

Eternity is a second,
a single graph endlessly repeating
like loops enchaining eternity,
endless circles of …, hours, days,…
a constant running of sands
in the very space between two glass jars
as diminutive as now,
as laden
as endless sandbanks.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    I liked how the words formed the picture of an hourglass in my mind..very nice!

    • 2 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Always nice to hear from you Meena. Thank you so much

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