Statues with skin of sand. Shaped as hourglass figures, Held up by scaffoldings of bone
And animated by a clock for heart.
Statues existing on stand-still - Slowly being eroded. Their soul dictated by a pulse of seconds, Creating timelines of countdowns
Ticking away the time to –
Statues that come to life When they skip a few beats Or stop for breath.
Statues with skin of sand And an hourglass figure That exist in their own little eternities...
Despite a Pendulum that never stops.