These are the ins and outs
given to our breath by the accordions
of our time

The ancient grains
of Sumerians
leave us Anunnaki
in thought

While the winds of desire
carve out the desolation
of our destiny

Leaving dust and dreams
of billions
buried under the sun and heat . . . there is no escaping the sands of time

Stand still long enough
and you will disappear

The instance of sunrise
belies the plunge
into darkness

Because the sand burns
as you struggle to run
up the dunes of doom
you lose the traction of life

Soon to be devoured dessicated ,
and mummified . . . all by the sands of time