Showing footprints, making castles,
Filling play pits, bonding walls.
It lines the shore,
And so much more,
It through an hour glass falls.
What movement is there between each grain?
How many, one against the other move?
What location does each one retain?
Such knowledge hard to prove.
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And being sober, do we know it all?
For this, no case is mounted.
It is part of the great unknowable,
That the grains cannot be counted.