there sits a tinted hourglass
whose sands fall ad infinitum,
as the measure of my malcontent.
unseen seconds trickle
through opaque shadow —
this relentless descent is the passage of time.
inevitable motion is the entropy of life.
black paint flows, whirling.
watch the midnight gyre slowly die.
fade. gulped down a silver drain.
pendulous is the nature of expectation,
it withers without refrain.
a coin in flight whispers one silver dream.
born for the forgotten depths of a weathered well.
lovesick wishes echo ad nauseam.