that sand
sentenced
to incarceration
in a sand clock
turned
upside
down
time
and again
emitting a false sense
of romantic escapism
as it flows
but in actuality
it sears
like a nerve-wrecked
prisoner
conditioned
into a helpless to and fro
from the top half
it freely falls
only to settle
in a heap
at the bottom
and then
is turned
again
while it remains
a picture of serenity
for many
of time
ever flowing
within
each grain of sand
is just trying hard
to cling
to the one
next to it
to avoid
a feeling of isolation
a perfect paradox
a cruel practical joke
it shows
the passing of time
but for it
nothing changes
entrapped
behind glass
movement
defeated
by the eternal stillness
of status quo
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