Mind games

I'm grinded powder.
Finer by the hour.
Pulverised with each rotation
By gesture of my stone relations,
That move upon your breath.

Emit time

I take comfort in the skies,
The vastness of its size.
It brings a dizzying sensation,
Like its raining information,
And I can't catch all the drops.

I wait to see the change,
That the past and present exchange.
Entwinded together, they greet my eyes
With intent to present with guise,
A picture of all time.