wings of time

of all the things lost in the sands of time, fallen to the bottom of the hourglass, buried by incremental entropy

you were the hardest to lose

on the black wings of the raven, high on thermals above, searching the world below for hidden morsels

but you are nowhere to be found

the hourglass is too heavy to flip, hollow bones have no tensile strength, time has lost all meaning in despair

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