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Time Glass ojmj 11 p.m. Neither light nor shadow satiated this so-called insanity. I'm staring at this fragile time glass. Each grain mercilessly finds its way down the narrow depths. Until the last grain falls. To the moist-ridden glass. With pushing, outstretched arms I feel the warmth. That never was. Torrents of emotion fell in a dark Sunday night. Everything was groping and unbecoming. Until your final verdict: FAREWELL. Heat surged. I cursed Eros. But with questioning eyes, I looked at my being - a manifold of shortcomings. A monochromatic spectrum of err and jadedness. A Kremlin of ebbed emotions. All the wile, an eerie fog hung low that dimmed my sight of dead stars. Yet now... made me see... All that was left was one frazzled afterglow. Shattered yet still flickering. Dimensionless and beyond forgetting. In bits and pieces, I pick up the remains... and try to put them back - all that was left of you. Of me. |
