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.