Sands Of Time...

 

Why does it feel
as if  the sand
is running out of
my phantom hour-glass
Why do the urges
grow stronger
why the needs
awashed in wants
batter on the shores
of My realiity
Peaked to come
crashing down
on my sandcastles
to wash them
obiliterate them
for ever.

 

~JOY~
20th dec 2004

 

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