Time runs like lines in the sand
Carving deep valleys into the earth
Where patterns emerge
As the symmetry of the universe surfaces
In silent reflection
This phenomena of consciousness is conceived
A being among billions of beings, yanked forward by time
The manifold soon to collapse with the swipe of fleshless fingers
The grains of sand rolling and tumbling and crashing into the unknown
Where future and past are ubiquitous
Waiting patiently for time to wake yet again
For the patterns to emerge yet again
For the symmetry of the universe to sing
Another preface to oblivion
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016
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