And the moon

is very sleepy,
moving round,
taking more
from Time.
I suppose
it doesn't mind
the talking
over head
as it’s very
sleepy,
yawning
and rubbing
its eyes.

And a tree
resting among
bright flower-beds,
cool fountains
is asleep,
fast asleep
in front of
a house.
I suppose
it doesn't mind.

And the moon
over its head
and memory
are very sleepy,
moving round,
taking more
from Time.
Sleep can’t
make it stop.

And the moon
moving round,
can’t pinch it to
make it stop.

It’s extraordinary,
Time,
how it keeps
moving
round
It’s very
easy to waste.

-found poetry from Alice in Wonderland, "The Tea Party"