The Hourglass
Nothing matters
once you’re gone
It matters
when you’re here
Tomorrow cloaked
in lost regret
Today
the moment dear
Transcendence born
of time undone
Free
of all the rules
The sand to run
till all is lost
If prescience
— left unschooled
(The New Room: September, 2024)
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