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Apr 2018
sits quietly
in front of hour glass
grains of sand in tempered sand
a cosmic distortion wakes them
from his/her/their trance
a wirey-haired dog
a cat just the same
speaks to them
a question is raised:
what else speaks
so eagerly, when i listen?
question left unanswered
we all shudder
when faced with the
empty half of our tempered sand
Written by
Maxx  22/M/Philly
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