grains of dirt
in a
glass bulb
turned
right side over
this is
a steady pour
undisturbed for
keeping track of
all there is
never enough of
time
the elusive father
wrinkle in
the timelines offer
of per-fec-tion
trapped in my
only for a second
or for
many a millenium
like a straight line
from here
to obvlivion
hard to fathom
the steady rhythm
seconds to minutes
keeping track
of all there is
never enough of
time