I’m an hourglass with the sand
suffocating in the clarity of the vision remaining.
The sand departing leaves more light
illuminating more and more brightly
supernovas of loss and life lived
and life left flowing quickly away.
I always knew-
but never balanced on these shifting sands
Strange sandmonaut carried inexorably
away from youth and possibility and hope,
and crucified in piety which is the domain
of the elders illuminated from within
and from without
by the stronger light;
the charity for others when
love for self has escaped
backward to youth.