Passage

Sand...

It falls in glass.

It flows with time.

It slows in moments.

 

Memories...

They flash with stillness.

They become the moment.

They are the indelible.

 

Time...

Is the sand.

Is the memories.

Is the speed.

 

Slipping...

Between the fingers.

Beyond the mind.

Away from sight.

 

Falling

              Dropping

                                 Sinking

                                                 Fading

 

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