Dec 28, 2024
only the living
know time
we count it
ticks of a clock
beats of a heart
only the living do this
only the living grow dizzy
with the spin of the Earth
only the living fear
the setting of the sun
only the living attempt
to capture time
to hoard it
we wrap the sands
in glass
flipping them over
and over
watching each grain fall
making them dance
to our rhythm
knowing full well that
that it is we who are dancing
and that every step brings
the closer
the end of song
only the living
know time
with each breath we remember
our mortality
we breathe in the future
we exhale the past
but the present
the present
we hold within us
for just
the briefest of moments
the fall of a grain of sand
the setting of the sun
the beat of a heart
and it is gone
