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time beach the dry forgotten sands slip through our hands pass through the glass to commit the crime of time and even as we frown they trickle down leaving their lines of laughter to mock us as we age to shock us as we rage for the dying of the light is not the start of night but the beginning of a heaviness the weight upon our souls ebbing our flow slowing our quickening thinning out our thickening yet as we are weathered a lightness untethered reveals our leaden alchemy all things reduced to one so we embrace mystery the essence of our worth drawn down upon the earth in rolling dunes of history ray cologon april 2003

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