Time cascading all around
a ticking shower fading
Never once is slowing down
Or stopping for debating
Myriad flasks of grays and blacks
are pouring endless color
drawing near from glass to peer
into a day that's duller
Seems as if an age has passed
yet time my friend is moving
raining down on hallowed ground
by you and what your doing
Kind to some and rough it comes
to others while they wait
a whispered sound does still resound
I fear its much too late
Still that shimmering sand that falls
its time and we cant change it
Perhaps the sands are shifting hands
to one who'll rearrange it
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