High Noon

This hour glass I
Clamber up
A falling scree

And grain to grain
Claw up
A sunny beach

Where others sun
I sense
The edge of doom

On ragged claws
I scuttle
Like a crab

Before oblivion’s
Ever harsher
Glare

But it’s all really
Really
Cool to me

My great-great granddad
Edgar
Taught me how

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