‘and what is the purpose of time’
she asked the tall one
‘time is the matter that gives us meaning’
she contemplated that
the short one spoke up
‘when the orbital mirrors stand still
the world will end in darkness’
‘then what is our fate’
the black one asked
‘if we have no time’ the fat one breached
‘we will have little to do’
‘and we’ll have the same thoughts
over and over again’
said the stranger
a cold silence became them
‘then let no one throw the first stone’
the tall one added
she sighed and sighed
‘let’s have tea’
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Art and Poetry by Barry Burgess
