Time falls asleep. How not?
He's old; his work's hard
Everything stops, waiting
For him to wake again.
When this goes on too long
The authorities convene
An ad hoc committee
Chaired by a piebald cat.
Someone remembers
That Time's father
Had the job before him.
The old man's no longer
Very skilled but hauls out
A trunk filled with
minutes
Deemed unreliable or
having
A louche, sinister look to
them.
Apprentices make from them
hours
And days which fall apart
At the least hard usage.
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