Beyond time’s 

sandy grains and 

Our knowledge’s oasis-

in actuality a mirage- 

The last hug

the final game of tag played

the ultimate day we spend

standing on our own two feet.

Such occasions rest now

Gazing across an ocean of tumbling flecks 

and a barren desert of waves and tides.

Exhaling a conclusion of 

rattling, decrepit, stale 

breath,

as the hourglasses flip

marking the end of 

another candle.