Whether you limit yourself to reading, or go a step further, commenting, suggesting, and adding your own take on what you have read, you are more than welcome. If you feel like following my page, I would be honored; a text only exists in so far as it is read. Who cares if a pebble is lying on the ocean floor unless someone draws attention to it?
Sand in my hourglass Slowly seeps down At eventide. The sea is slowly Turning its hourglass Upside down. I twist my hourglass By the isthmus And submit the sand To the crematory of the soul And blow its ashes Into the Sea.
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