Timepiece

Sparks fly, as we break open the past,
And we hold time in a glass
As if the sands would abide
By the serenades of our kind –

Time flows through the dark
And light and the unfathomable murk;
Embrace the changes of the centuries
Because you best believe
That the one thing that matters
Is to scream your call
Out loud, when the tides arrive.
Time goes on.

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