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mr. timeglass

slamming down on pots and pans

slowly running out of sand

but somewhere in that sandstream

mr. timeglass said to me

it's a crime for you to be alive

a shame that you had to survive

i'm sorry for the pleasure, for the dreams and the love

i'm sorry for the hope and for the prayers

so the devils came from hell, and the angels from above

to tell us all that we're a waste of air.

the midnight sky was clear that night

as the stars swung from strings

as the bleeding city of yellow light

shone on old hidden things.

selling all our pots and pans

we have all run out of sand

and on that glossy surface

mr. timeglass said to me

it's a shame you had to die

you didn't get a chance to try.

march 05, 2021