My body is an hourglass not in shape But filled with sand.I know you’re there I can’t find you. Sometimes back when was younger after swimming the ocean hours would pass before I’d feel a crunch between my teeth: A stray grain of sand. The sound echo ears Each glass encased someone or something somewhere Some are good and some bad. try to you flipping life upside down again again. Good places things people rise surface sucked under once again.The bad come too Resurfacing scraping against insides more. can't twist tip flip get you exit. To out me for all searching stir up all bad which settled forgotten before.I need let go. You me cannot change that. Ridding myself forever impossibility. No grains escape prison. am own prison hiss at one another as they slide around And settle into dunes