Hour Glass V2.0

There are two versions of this piece. I initially wrote it with the intent to extend but during Bill Moran's workshop organised by Spill The Ink at Twenty20Two, I decided to use this piece to 'litter'. He taught us about making the poem a dream space and using the poem to transport us through a space and how we relate to space in the poem.

Fine time grounded porcelain time time time powder weaving time across time and time again through shallow time channels of dry dessert land, crackles time and shattered t i m e with t... i... m... e... dense solid clay, timeunbreakabletime, unmovable time time time time time time unwilling to shift TIME. Above time and time beyond the horizon is t-t-t-time ti-me time TIME TIME TIME a massive intense thunder storm arising time and t - i - m - e spreads across the landscape. TIME roars fiercely but time is not threatening but soft time drizzling appears at first time then time turns into pouring time drowning time rain time time time time time time time time time time nursing time the land like time tears wetting dry course time lips that has been time thirsty for time taste time and time life.

Seeds in the time ground submerge sorrow by time hurt and time, time, time not new time seed but dormant in time seed with reviving time residue of hope and faith time taking a t i m e journey of pure time transfiguration of a t.i.m.e. damage land into a time flourishing and productive time plot, further growing time in time potential bearing time rich time and sweet time fruit and realise that the time toxic waste time land is becoming extinct t  i   m  e.

- Swit Marie
1643H 16th September 2017
Twenty20Two

Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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