Monday, November 7, 2011

Time Travel Can Be Torture Because

It's all winding backwards
As gears grind forward like teeth in sleep
green light arcs
from anything metal
this machine lurches time
everything moving in reverse
Creating a blur of nausea
I am immortal this way
Traveling
Looking for lost love
In my own timeline
You drip in slow motion
And break my heart repeatedly
Over and over again
I replay scenes
until the pain is me
All me
It's not too late to learn from this
I keep the wounds fresh
Lest I forget

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