the slumber giant

ages pass by like days
here and i remain.

(tethered to this dead plane
of thoughts and dreams)

here i am a giant,
mass directly
proportional
to each heartbeat.

in this world i am ancient,
as far as ancient things go...

each second shows itself
as a tiny grain of sand
accumulating and
swept up by the wind.

slumber giant sitting on the edge of time,
he waits.