Sheila Burns - False Identity

Holding in high esteem
My false self image
The granules of that image flow
Slipping thru the hour glass

Turning the hourglass
As many times
As repeated deceptions
And reincarnations
I insist upon,
The sand in unique arrangements
Slides thru the glass every time
Until I release the sand
Or the turning and be
The transparent glass.

Sheila Burns

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