Time is our ignorance. – Carlo Rovelli, from Reality Is Not What it Seems
Cotton candy mist hovers over the schoolyard
and dissolves in dawn’s incandescent mouth,
the order of time resolves
in the heat of the moving world.
Sunshine on the sandbox swallows the echoes
of footfall and half-forgotten freedom
before the ringing bell,
before the classroom taught the child to hope for escape,
before the hourglass became his ignorance and his prison.
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