The Hour Glass

Through narrow portal

Grains of sand descended from above

By these was set to measure time

And constructs deemed thereof

And thus man sought to measure life

In passing sands of time

Concluding that there is an end

Though infinite the prime

Yet how can finite abstracts

Measure things they can’t conscribe?

And how can self emerging from existence

Ends derive?

For it is said that dust we are

And to dust shall return

But then I reconsidered things

Expended in the urn

Is self contained within the dust

Or property of motion?

How does an hour glass engulf

The self-extinction notion?

Does time stop when the final grain

Falls last upon the heap?

Or is existence nullified

When ends this mortal keep?

Do “ends” negate potential

Of occurring still again?

And what proceeds beginnings

But potential held therein?

Then why should fear oft seize my heart?

For ends are not divorced

From all continuation

Of the universal force

For when all things considered

Turning over in the mind

I turned over the hour glass

And answers I did find