With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.








Devious Comments
"In that glass all is hours," - fantastic
I want to say more but i shall not. Move it out of scraps though?
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are you stalking me?
And yet the hourglass is a revolved hyperbola in its most functional form.
You also happen to have a combination of three different rhymes. And an abundance of homophony. Cleverly done, my friend.
Thanks, missy
You ok?
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~Coffeehouse had your mum last night
A comma after grain perhaps?
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~Coffeehouse had your mum last night
Good to see you around, sir.
Let's talk sometime.
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I saw, darling, but do lie.
And yes, it is very much like your sense of humir. Which means good
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SINAI BENDS
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~Coffeehouse had your mum last night
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