Friday, November 12, 2010

Broken Hourglass

misused and misunderstood
scattered to the four parts of this world
nowhere and everywhere
the Now fits within my hands
a broken hourglass
I am not me anymore
Out of space
Out of time
Out of myself 
Divided yet one
I exist and yet I don’t exist
I expand
Until “I” 
becomes “Nothing” 

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