all in all this fleeting drifting will leave me

here. Coming down easy, and all too fast.

for awhile I am liquid like smoke from affections

too frequent. What is there to claim?

ticking clocks rock me

to sleep.

I am

a

hope

for time

that may soon be

more easy passing and deep

in peace. And wait for the sands to fall and see

If slow erosion can wash away all this

shadowed life. And leave me here: all in all.