Spirits of the Hour Glass
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Times sands swirl in the winds of change
and are carried upon the conscience of sentience.
Streams and rivers, granules of human essence flowing
from whole to bottleneck soul, filling and emptying.

Great deserts vast in humanity, the dunes ever moving,
shifting in emotion and reason. Flowing from soul to hole,
to soul filling and falling out, gathering and emptying.
Expounding time as the grit of pleasure and pain.

Humanities awareness is dependent upon endings and
beginnings, and arrogant of everything in between. It is the
holes in our souls, it is the sand that moves through it.
That makes life worth living. Spirits of the hour glass…