360
The beginning of the end, with the hour glass set in reverse continuum
A reset and reload, of moments weaved and spread through the sands of time
1,2,3,4,5……5,4,3,2,1…
The irony of counting up and down simultaneously
The amalgamation of old and new, harmoniously
A habitual ritual carried out ceremoniously
Time stands still, as it fades away
"Reminisces", a dish for the day
Sketching yet another 360 pathway
Cheers !!! to that which is made of clay
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