If Time Never Flew by If a horologist froze time at dusk,And there was no day or night,Or days, months, and years,What then for Earth’s masters?Winged time stilled in a bell jar,A castaway preserved in aspic,Or stickily-entombed in amber,Statuesque life an infinite daymare.Boredom creeping up slowly,A lockdown without progress,The horologist would thaw time,Freeing reality’s ebb and flow.© , 2022. All rights reserved.