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Hourglass
Pink sand In a bottle counting 1 2 3 4 5 6 you take time and insist simplicity 7 8 9 10 11 it never changes 12 13 14 15 consistent and faithful. I live in the swiftness of your moving. Held on my table between wooden thimbles maybe cymbals. Falling through to the other side. How many times running from one to the next it is like a kiss. Kiss you once and then you turn and I fall waiting to find the next kiss take me or leave me I can’t change you are the variable not the constant all depends on you. Me, I am the addition sign my function cannot change. You are a number in motion a letter to symbolize a number. fall into my equation. Step in with confidence. I am at rest, unchanging towards you. So what does this mean. It means that you are not with me. I am not going to be here for the time to fall through the hour glass forever pink soft shiny always promising hope on the other end. But the kiss that turns the wooden cymbal that has no gong solid it turns me to spin back down toward what once was up