I see the grains of time sink inexorably through the hole,
taking me with them, legs and feelers scrabbling
desperately, trying to get a grip
on the smooth glass sides
of oblivion.
But
as I fall onto the sharp cone below
I realise it is not
the end.
The Glass is not a scheming trap
from which there is no escape.
The Creator only has to pick it up
at any time
and turn it over
and set it down again
and the grains start flowing
the other way. Taking me with them.
C. Tim Taylor 2013