Spoiler
What if Time had a friend? Who would this person be? What would he do when Time died?
Waking, he finds that stars are spots-
- Merely pricks of light-
Realms of hot
The inure to Time
Is devoid of rhyme
(Because moments do pass
Like blades of grass)
As a fire roaring^,
His offering’s contrived,
His spirit’s boring,
For- like Time- he hides*
No one sees him tending tinder^,
No one sees him in the sky,
No one cares to hear him utter,
No one pays his toll or fine
If we’d only give our ears,
Then he’d likely go away
He’d stop dropping all these “years”,
And make it always day
Time is funny because it’s never smart,
It doesn’t comprehend the deliciousness of art
On the other hand, Time’s friend
(The one who hides)*
Will portend Time’s lies
To warn mankind!
He’s knows Time will cease,
And then all things will behave.
Time’s friend will no longer be at ease,
And the universe will cave
So, until that day,
Be at ease.
But when Time stays,
Tell Time’s friend, “Pretty please!”
