Family Hourglass

• Gifted a source for soul, timer flips

Scrambling across the room, frantic

Turning over every cardboard, fanatic

Scratching over every surface, haptic

Leaving behinds no marks, pathetic

Hop between the rooms, a lot to explore

Piles of things stacked together, all for you to implore

Especially the shiny one, how much you can adore

Don’t forget to touch, never been retold before

Exit your way to the corridor, first liminal space

Not walking to another room, great sense of pace

Trapped in the endless loop, no set base

Getting ready to kill, remove all face

Walk down the stairs, conjure a new dream

Descend into ascension, join the team

Question each step of the way, charge up a beam

Nothing to shoot at, settle for puny cream

Sit on each step, look at the progress

Turn your head around, it was such a mess

Look ahead despite that, it is called a thing the best

A big reverie made, nothing short of to confess

Reach the base floor, revere the red marked trail

Wandering around again, sever the weak tails

Attached to you; it hurts, a complete fail

Cut heavy and keep light, improves the chance to ail

Running along to search among, a chance to bail

Liminal as it gets, does not yet feel like jail

Prepare the ship, sunk while on sail

Bad news occurs, only sent through mail

A few footsteps to the basement, begin deterioration

Body starts sinking in, start of complete devastation

Sand collected in hands, running through fingers; deforestation

Unable to clinch onto any grain, every second feels with complication

Sent your vision to the sky, rebounded to the abyss

Receive a death note, responded with a kiss

Pick up every scrap, each thing can only piss

Let go of trash, run another game of hit or miss

Grains are counting the last few beats, inability to crawl

Unable to get up again, only allowed to bawl

Collapse every version; every form, another chance to brawl? 

Have every soul segment digested, vessel left to sprawl

Borned to sand time, disproportionate duration

Walk through each journey, experience emptied

Project cast a dream, rebounded sounds of death

Stand up to fight again, to lock yourself up to pain

What does any of this mean?