Out of Time

I hope you understand, my dear old man, that you would be no wiser to plead with a disguiser, or one who prematurely lies to win another's sacrifice. I do not speak your tongue, and do not hold you in the wrong for it, but please do try to make out what's at stake. As I have told you, I've arrived to this here place, yet uncontrived, by means of one machine the likes of which were never seen from a place not unlike this but where there is more bliss and time to build machines like that out of one's fancy or a fad to witness bygone ceremonies and not rely on testimony. I hope you understand that I have no means to demand to be released and disappear by the contraption I hold dear. There, I am a little scribe of time, but here I'm but a menaced mime. In fact, you do resemble my good neighbor yet I wish not this point belabor. Perchance I wish for borrowed time and therefore brave another rhyme.