Entry 40

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.

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