sloughing off

the insistence of despair

the mind’s eye opens

anybody there?

anybody know?

anybody care?

drops.  silent.

serene. mobile.

empty. full.

guileless remembrance

an innocent game

all different

altogether the same

the same rack of torture

the same crock of lies

listen again

as the drops drop by

tears they are

of blood and sand

the hourglass empties into your hand.