Freddie Morgan, on an impulse,
removed all the calendars
from his walls, purged his belongings
of watches and clocks,
and uninstalled Outlook
on his PC.
He carefully avoided the dates
on newspapers and his onscreen
TV Guide and flew into a rage
when anyone asked him the time
or the day of the week.
Disoriented at first,
he barracaded himself
inside his house
and attempted to cook 3-minute eggs
without a timer.
Soon he became adept
at accurately estimating
the passage of time
without artificial means,
and thus concluded
that time is a bully
who will assert his presence
regardless.
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