Time's Descent by Joyce Liao

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On my palm stood a crystal hourglass,
Holding time within each opal grain of sand
Slowly shifting, counting, until at last,
One turn yet ends and begins by my hand
Which, with a simple motion, shall it stand
Once again to count the eternity
Of the everlasting and grand time and
Shall it capture its true infinity,
While resting in time's serenity.
Time unlike life has indeed no ending
But, to me, it is a great entity
For not one can stop time's own descending
And so it shall continue on ticking
Until the universe stops existing.