The vanishing
kneeling
in the sands
he waits
for
a drop of time
but found only
the dry bones
of yesterday
no future
no present
only
minute by
finished minute
of past moments
the bones
begin to cry
dry tears
empty of life
and true feelings
another masquerade
for god to see
or was it god
that took tomorrow
noticing people
don’t seem to care
about the future
by Charlie Martin & River Urke
This is the seventh poem Charlie/slpmartin and I have wrote together with Duel Poetry. 
Duel Poetry: a prearranged poetry writing challenge between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.
photo by Charlie Martin- "hourglass"
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