43/8/02:
Time absconds
when I turn away. I hear time go, but when I turn back
around, time is gone. I listen to time laugh softly, full
of pity and condescension, while I grasp futilely at where it has
been.
1/214/55:
I made a net
of nettles to capture time. It hurts to hold (the net, not
time); time is soft and slippery, like the wings of a moth.
080/3/1:
My net is
successful, time cries at its bondage. I am not sure what
to do with time; what does time eat? I feed time honeyed
milk from a raven's beak.
75/3/184:
Time offers me
a secret in exchange for its freedom. I find time unhelpful and a
slovenly guest. A secret from time is preferable to time
secreted away.
86/54/9:
Good-bye time,
our bargain is struck. I send time on its way with a bundle
of caraway seeds and a thorn to remember me by. What is the
secret? Time will tell, or rather, time has told.
6/32/4:
Time's secret
is pleasant and it serves me well. The secret is content, but
gets jealous if I tell.