When you begin
Sand runs through
Your hands into
The abyss
You catch and catch and grin
Glint and sparkle see
Think how it will be
But streaming grows thin
As reality grabs its share
And mortality strips it bare
Insist
The times you are in
Emptiness friend
Its welcome ends
Frantically dive in
For phantom touch
We crave so much
And this
In the random spin
Turns out to be
Dust just like me
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