After Time

 

“I’m late,

I’m late again”,

said the White Rabbit

staring at his pocket watch

with exasperation.

He turned the minute hand back a little

and perused the new time

with satisfaction.

He knew the effect would be limited

unless he could turn back the hands

on all the clocks everywhere,

but it made him feel better

briefly.

He had pondered this issue of time

many times.

He knew that clocks and watches were irrelevant

to it’s passing,

which made him feel better 

about his manipulation.

Philosophically speaking,

he knew that he could change the time.

He could break the watch and freeze it.

Break all the wheels that turned inside.

Smash them to smithereens.

But even then,

even when 

broken,

he knew

the wheels of time

keep turning, time after time.


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