Atomic boulders descend past pinched waist.
Top mirrors bottom - as above so below.
Actions fluid indicate time's movement
,
what once was can never again be.
Reflection painted in grimace sneers back
,
yesterday's tide still fresh in my mind
Kingdoms are on offer for just one moment.
Sadly the glass prison never sleeps
.
Everyday's an inversion of yesterday's heaps.
Acceptance dilemma toils within.
Rejection to acknoweledge - dance of death.
Answers apparent by chronological pass.
Timely dance continues, stasis for none.
Many a man's lesion stems from time's elegant transition.
Wonderful matrix of paradoxes! Atomic boulders, grains of sand, the eternal prisoners might be feeling honoured to hear this. I think an hour glass is a pretty romantic idea but only from the outside.
and the last line is pretty clinical in its startling description but finally it is a good intellectual piece, worth reading several times to grasp its multifarious nuances.
Submission Name: "Chronos"
