The Hourglass: Poetry

Witness the apparition
called Mankind:

Men made of coalescent
material dream,
still forsaking the
the Earthen womb
that birthed them

Searching for truth,
yet finding instead
a sheer glass basin
draining itself of sand

The Hourglass 
is running down now
and those that Watch
step forward to Observe

Now the Learned
hide their heads 
under the covers, 
clutching the blankets
of external knowledge

But no School of Thought
can prepare one for the 
Inner Revelation.

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