“A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order.” ―Jean-Luc Godard
The time has come, the Rabbit said,
though he had no watch to mind,
to pass through a hole in time,
into a tenseless paradigm.
“Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.”
The future perfect is a tense of the past,
and the infinite present sublime,
the Rabbit chimed,
sliding through the tunnel of an hourglass.
“The power of imagination makes us infinite.”
Here the epilogue becomes the prologue,
the sequel the prequel, it’s all equal,
the Rabbit rhymed,
in the foreword of the afterword on a blog.
“You’re always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.”
Roll back ahead, the Rabbit mimed
at the exit to the entrance of a hole in time
like a passage through a timeless story he read,
and forget what that watch-minded Rabbit said.
“Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!”
―Rabbit in “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll
No comments yet