So the speaker can never win the favor of eternity, because he is always surrounded by the multitude of the sands?
Or maybe there's something in the loneliness itself that keeps him away--something that the "pieces" of man are averse to.
Or maybe it's only vanity to think that he could ever reach eternity.
This is a really excellent, thought-provoking piece. I'm sorry for the comments, but I don't think I could help you improve in any other way. Thank you for the good read.
very creative language here ^-^ i loved it. i do want to know about these sands, are they the sands of time or is there an allusion to the dust/dirt that man kind comes from. i like the imagery of the pieces too. makes me think of a broken mirror or a stanned glass window. "far deeper than a huan width" what is meant here? it seems a little elusive to me. all in all i loved it.