Time Entangle
They weren’t looking but the clock was striking
The hands crawling forward, time marching on
Most of his remarks were to her liking
he knew it too so he hoovered withdrawn
Just like ants frenzied this way now that way
Scuttling about – they think it matters
For each one has big thoughts to convey
Then foot falls down and each one splatters
For the briefest second, time – the mirage
They slip from its grasp, from out its vantage
Into shadows but not without presage
Never forget, someone wins advantage
They thought they left time but it was an angle
When they looked back they saw just a tangle
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