The Cuckoo Is Silent

A team of Japanese scientist check their watches agree, but cannot agree on the date to reveal what they are hiding now from curious eyes. Without the ability to look through a time-telescope. I cannot figure out what they are up to. Archeologists have discovered possibly the first Black Forest cuckoo clock. It has been authenticated, but I don’t know by whom, and the cuckoo is silent. Bits of history have been magnified out of all proportion. Future flowers wither on their stems before we get to see them. The front of the train never sees the caboose. Perhaps the past and future exist on parallel lines, perhaps the Cheshire cat has forever lost its smile? We keep repeating unlikely tall tales until we have to believe, even if they are and always will be, just theories. I don’t know what will become of tomorrow when today is so distracted by its place in the line, and we wait pensively for time to discover that we are really not even here yet.