Sand is too cumbersome and the sun burns my eyes.

Could not keep track of time.
Slipped through my fingers...

Got watch.
Got a.larm clock.
Slice up. my time. with dig.ital. ticks
serve. them to. me on. a crys.tal plat.ter

I can not. stomach it all.
I've lost it. altogether gone.
What now can I lost to clocks tool to grip the flux and sway?