Deep in the hourglass of time…: A poem 

Deep in the hourglass of time  where grains of sand flipflop in irreversible motion  like photons speed-dancing seemingly infinitely  only to be trapped by omnipresent blackholes  And who knows that day is sleeping, and night is waking?  Who knows that life is death and death is life?  If paradise is a prism or a prison? Continue reading “Deep in the hourglass of time…: A poem “