Hourglass

Through grains of sand tranquility flows Random in order, angles repose The mounds of time, etch the glass So fine the stone, memories amassed Chiseling and carving, concave to the bottom The theory of physics, randomly quantum Steadfastly pouring, ever so fast Individual millions, to one they are cast Inverse it to start over again Each moment of life represented in sand What once was last becomes the first When hitting the bottom signifying rebirth