He is a sand grain inside the hourglass of life.
-- Time stops because he is so large
He rest lodges in the center of our glass world.
--He is one big sand gravel
Not as fine as the others who do slip through
--And he stays with me without time.
We quicksand our way to what is love.
I like it but think you could cut a few words and yield a better result. Enjoyed a lot of yours as well sweep.