Hourglass (Original Concrete Poem - Paragraph Form) [0-3 Criques]

(Originally this was a Concrete Poem [A Poem drawn inside a picture] but it loses structure without it. Therefore, it is in a paragraph form.)
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Hourglass.

Life. Formed by tiny particles, creating a single being that basks in the glow of fiery grace. Each step by the mark of those entreating, sealed with our our salty droplets, the imprints make a mold. The grains set ablaze cause their own entrapment, and though the outer layer is clear, transparent, the loose sediment encased is falling through, spiraling down through the crack, through time. The sifty bottom has no escape, as helplessly you watch, feeling a drain as it sinks down. That's all they are, each moment, a speck. A speck that, though alone can keep a child entertained, can do nothing in solitude. Yet as we recall each single particle and become young once again -- because there is the knowledge that that one fragment which is something more, so much more has created all you have become -- there is no escape; unless you can find a way to smash the barrier. But with such small pieces you have already shattered. Until you can find that one outer force, that one safety. The one lasting entity that is now your only hope. You realize that one can turn it all around, and make sand... Life... Time... begin again.

Excellent flow.

Thanks. I kind of wish someone would criticize it though.