Bob Dylan Every Grain of Sand

as i lay counting the grains of sand in my hour glass

i became aware that the glass was being fed by a thousand mile long beach

mmm..... could last a couple of years,

a thousand mile deep pit lay exposed in the middle of the beach

it was sand all the way down

mmm..... four more years

i became anxious at this ocean of time

and i felt my hand tighten on the glass's neck

i was choking

so i began to breath slowly and tried to relax and as i did the hour glass dissolved,

but now the sand rushed out and began to engulf me and

as it reached my lips

a voice said "let go".

i began to drink the sand

............after veronese"feast in the house of levi"