The Empty Hourglass
Embalming
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged
The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
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