Einstein
Once there was a young boy
who did not learn at the same pace
who did not race in the same
predictable race – while his peers
played with fish and ball – grew,
traditional degrees from short to tall,
his world turned at a different length
rate; more different, were his
timeless seasons – artfully Time
he took in his hands, whittled
with imagination into novel shape
and form – for him, Time was
never seen quite a constant norm --
in fact, could be reversed, or quickened
into infinitely….
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