Au Revoir, Moira

Those grains of sand continue to fall
I can’t keep flipping the hourglass over
Resetting the clock on doomsday
Inevitably, the sand runs out
Inescapably, the hourglass is dropped
From a great height
Shattering it irreparably
The sand becomes a beach
The broken glass becomes water
Time becomes the morning sun


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