Ordinary time has stalled,
before I came to rest,
spider now I have walled,
or was it just a jest?
No matter to the peddler lone,
weary on the road,
naught to eat but soup of bone,
no comp'ny him to goad.
So time do as you will with us,
we follow at your pace,
no need to hurry on right now,
no need to forward race.
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semantics is not always just pedantic quibbling. ~ douglas r. hofstadter
