The Top of the Glass

Is it lonely at the 
peak? No. The mountain
is at your service, offering
each of its ounces to your 
stride. It's lonely when the
top is the out of sight, in 
mind. The line is the 
desolation, the sandless
desert. Water is life
and when it's all at
the top of the hour
glass, the grains in
the lower half will
be thirsty unless a
drop trickles down
at the behest of the
choked off point.