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Abrasive sand

pouring down and

piercing flesh

like the blazing arrows

of ten thousand archers

choking on the violent winds

and clouds of arid dust

Suffocating beneath time itself

Within a finely crafted prison-

the confines of the hourglass

Unbearable weight burdening the backs

of the meager and the meek

None from serf to lord may withstand the crushing blows

dealt by the grim hands of the clock

Where can we find refuge?

Recollections of past events acting

as a window outside of existence

when the final grains obscure the figures of their victims.

Breathing the nighttime air before the brightest of spectacles

‘til the weary lovers at last find their rest.

Admiring the cityscape from a distance

while remaining eternally out of reach.

Conversing beneath the fluorescent lights–that old feeling.

Farewell to all longing and despair.

With unyielding passion their eyes fixate

on the rays of daylight peering through the drapery.