In a world alone and free of spirits
The wind howls and ghostlike images emerge
As the moon rises and the stars set
The rivers are tranquil - at a standstill
Silence breaks with eerie unknown whispers
Past lives surfacing, faces familiar, yet unknown
Remnants of forgotten times
Misplaced loyalties, lives out of order
A sword in hand
A spear, a bow
Defending life and limb
Then passing onwards in time
Lost in the eons
Adrift in space,
There is only non lineal motion
Never going back
Not moving forward
Never truly living
Never dying
Yet crossing over
Passing through
Shifting like sand in a sifter
Filling an egg timer
And then it is turned over
And it all begins again
The sand is trapped,
Caught inside the hourglass
Suspended forever
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