The Hour Glass Is Never Full...

The hour-glass broke, and the sand grain watched the smoke spiraling from the shards of glass, traveling grey on natures breath, and gravity, 'till twilight dropped its murky veil upon the haze of an evening, dark...darkest dark dark as black...blackest black. And just like that, Time was gone, taking Space along with it, forever, from the morning next. Every sand grain dropped danced as if freedom finally found the world that you and me take for granted less a numinous force breaks our glass, like a coming of a single White Dove- afire, from Its own Time and Space; such a paradigm of Spirit such be this, unequal in point and message- of mystery, faith and trust. From ashes we were born, unto ashes we'll return. Time and Space, paralyzed, will have nothing more to do with matters of Soul's and Spirit. Time and Space too shall die, not an ash be left behind- to create another being, for that would be abetting the notion of the Anti-Christ. and, just like that, Peace shall reign. The hour-glass broke, and the sand grain felt the breeze of a brand new Life, forever.