two hour glasses.
one whose narrows, hollowed by abrasion,
is powerless to dissuade silicate from its plummet.
one whose delicate chamber compounds layers,
impervious to shrewdest of excavation.
let's shatter them on the concrete,
and let's laugh at the barefoot traveller.

nadir

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