When you are rock-solid you think you are forever,
before time breaks you down to the pieces,
and lessens you
until you are not able to break any further,
until all the coarsenesses are sanded soft,
until you do either
find your forever home
in the eight figures of sandglasses,
or like the dunes of timelessness
turning and mixing to solid shapes again
to ground to the sand
once more.
or turn to dream of castles
to be flatten by the stretching waves.
