Endless Grains

Kyran

The sand in the hourglass of life,

convecting. each grain descends the narrow tunnel to the forgotten past.

The fleeting nature of memory

shown within the dry, cascading waterfall below;

every movement of every morsel effects the direction of the rest.

the concave becomes deeper,

as the future slowly becomes replaced by space.

Finite time rides the flow of gravity

in an irreversible transition,

as the hand that turns the hourglass is weak.

A useless disposable trinket,

posed as a poignant ironic joke.

Thus beauty is as worthless

as sand is fickle.

 

  • Author: Kyran (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2016 03:14
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  • SabreLi

    I love how you so aptly describe the hourglass and relate it to time, memories and life. A brilliant original idea yet such a relatable subject. I look forward to more! Xx

  • Tony36

    Great write



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