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Life keeps happening,

impeding its own progress

with constant interruptions.

Grains of sand are in rebellion,

they’re asking “Why?

Why must I go down this hole

and let the flow continue?”



All the while, time hits the turbulence

the fine china finally lives up to its name

as it pulverizes against the wall

into minute particles.

Maybe such grains would keep their place

in the universal hourglass

and let the pace continue

without any more disruption.



Split second decisions,

manifested time collisions

make the whole ordeal more convoluted

than the winds arranging themselves

out of each other’s way.



I’m caught in the middle of this tempest

watching it swirl around me,

somehow grounded,

I haven’t gotten dizzy.

Constantly tempted to reach out

and let the whirling beast suck me in,

I won’t let myself be carried off

on unplanned intineraries.



I have no choice

but to keep up

with the eye of the storm.