Time/Sand
The sundial spells remorse;
The sands in the hourglass,
Half empty, half full,
Prepare defeat,
Dividing the northern and
Southern hemispheres-
Extinct, non-extant time-
Travels of my feet.
Dispels relief.
Dry, dry is the desert
Of the triumphant return of the
Hero, even anything sweet:
Death, dearth, love,
Instant jaw burial,
Scientific discovery,
You & I lying awake,
And fearing nothing
But the future
Anew.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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