the vastness of that time,
the endless train of sand.
trapped in that glass retort,
i felt her deliquesce.
she was a ballerina,
she was clad in white.
when she saw the world at dawn,
it felt clean and sane.
delusive were the people.
reticent, as they say.
it was too late by then,
and nothing would be the same.
all she could do was wait,
till the marks on the sand were gone.
and till she closed here eyes again,
repulsively tranquil was the sight.
it was the conclusion,
and it led to litter.
she gave in after twelve years,
she did not fight.
she was my ballerina,
she was clad in white!!