The Impermanence

My soul...
Lost, searching, cold
Hysteria engulfed

My heart...
Callous, asleep, torrid
Defies all reasoning, shaken

My meat...
Corrupted, soiled, horrid
It’s a temple no more

I listened to the sound
A dropping sound
of sand in an hourglass
It is almost as soundless
as my voice
within the universe
But never unheard

I felt it's movement
The sand
The dropping sound
Fast...
Deafening

I see the souls
Powerful
Almost as mute
as my shadow
Like a halo over me
Watching my meat
Deteriorates

The dawn of time
Forgotten
Buried
It is almost dusk
I shall not sleep
I shall not be deceived
By what seemed peace
But not

I shall keep on the watch
I shall save the dust
I stand upon
I shall keep
the last grain
of sand
From the hourglass

I shall be awake
as the night sky
turns pale
I shall be sane
when the stars
do not show
Their countless faces
I shall open my eyes
until the first light
Flickers

The last grain of sand
In my hand
Held
Hidden
Protected
Almost nothing
Almost a dream