Hourglass

Wretched hourglass; Treacherous quicksand funnel Glowing grains of opposing purpose Hover, flutter, and heap Above our withering countenance Billowing, shifting, drifts of grit Envelop our immobile feet Immutable token of wasted days; Equalizer for all payments due Blurring whirlwind of years ticking by, or Hesitant eye of the storm; locked and still Inevitability preserved in a bell jar Refracting our lives in a kaleidoscope of hues Spilling, spilling over sleek glass curves Regardless of our feeble will