Refugees of Reason

The Night

This night is an hourglass,

each grain of sand drops

to rest and gather with others

and build towards a pyramid

among the sand dunes

that lie beside the Nile.

I'm carried along to rest...

to rest upon the surface —

then washed towards the sea

and dark unfathomed depths,

the corridors of the mind

that run towards my consciousness,

to awaken, and it is night,

and this night is an hourglass...

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