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In Search of Lost Time and a Watch Battery
Time stops. The sweep hand seconds that no-motion
It fluttered in warning for several days
You were warned, and now you are out of time
That thing on your wrist is now but a weight
Oh, what is the nature of time? one asks
Oh, where is there a fresh 370?
The watch-opener reposes patiently
The tiny screwdrivers wait silently
Because without a 370 battery
(Which you can’t find in this town)
A watch is only useless tattery
1 comment:
The reach of technology going beyond the physical into the existential.
And it's 1:00PM. At least, I hope...
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