THE HOURGLASS

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Sand falls
Counts the hours
'Till the parting breath
And the sorrowful embrace

Watch the grains of sand
Millions upon Millions
Falling at a constant rate
A mindless embrace

From top to bottom
They fall
Turning the glass over
Only prolongs the suffering

Of countless people
Of universal suffering
Of internal hemorrhaging
Of violent torn ties

June 15, 1996

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