What am I?

What am I?
But a mirage
Sun reflected in dust, dust reflected in mortality
I will be alive before
Before, before,
There is no meaning to the end
That cannot be found in the beginning
Time jingles with keys
Cannot be stopped
Hands unlocking cages unlocking endings locking The End
And I am still shivering dust
Absorbing rain
That never comes in time.
Let me flicker.

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