Time—not a plastic toy

Time—not a plastic toy

Deepest darkest shadow

Hiding in the hour-glass

Seeping into its’ camber

Winding along the neck

Weighting the free sand

—Hanging upside down

Loosen legs 'n arms of it

Fastened as—Entwined

Slacken-off vile strands

Crawling along the spine

—the impious hour-glass

They read— You’re near

Can skin-smell your fear

Look through your desire

And, can drain it to mire

Dreading 'n Intimidating

Forbidden—Incessant—

Those myriad sand grains

You fancy to get severed?

If not, dare not play with

—those slithering grains…