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Time Machine

The narrator enters a time machine and travels back in time to meet their family members from the past. They meet their grandmother who they have a long conversation with, understanding God's plan. They then meet their mother as a playful child. It is a wonderful experience to see family and a time that was simpler. However, the narrator is reminded they must return to the present, and look ahead without looking back, as that is how it is meant to be.

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Time Machine

The narrator enters a time machine and travels back in time to meet their family members from the past. They meet their grandmother who they have a long conversation with, understanding God's plan. They then meet their mother as a playful child. It is a wonderful experience to see family and a time that was simpler. However, the narrator is reminded they must return to the present, and look ahead without looking back, as that is how it is meant to be.

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Time machine The Time Machine

Without it really ever having begun Trembling with anticipation,


I'm in a big group of people I enter in the time machine;
contemporaries Going back in precious time,
they seem to think my body is the homeland to be whom I had been.
so too the dear departed old acquaintances
the oft-mentioned And lo behold I reach an age,
the disappeared those rolling along on rollers where life is sweet and slow,
severed from time embalmed to the bones Where children converse face to face
mocked by history taking their time to grow.
I have the distinct impression
that everyone is here I meet a smiling, gentle lady,
the bushes part the skies flicker and know that she's my Gran!
stars light up animals rouse themselves We sit and talk for many hours,
and the clouds run back and forth understanding God's wise plan.
We encounter a travelling theatre troupe
a young man with death in his eyes And then I meet a playful child,
introduces himself: W. Shakespeare I see myself in her;
as he writes and breathes Its my Mum! she plays with me!
Oh yeah we all know him Just like the way things were.
"Why do you write" asks one of us
who'd maintained his interest What a truly wonderous age!
Shake turns away in disgust with time to stand and stare;
and gets to work on the costumes Time to gaze up at the skies,
"Why so much death on so many stages?" Time for heartfelt prayer.
Somehow that doesn't really seem to matter here.
One of the ladies whose difficulties A voice within reminds me then,
are technical difficulties says My present will soon be past,
"There'll be no getting around the historical distance." and my future will cherish it,
She is known for reacting to crises with reminisces unsurpassed.
with hysteria
We move through time I smile and know its time to leave...
like a pencil the present beckons me;
"It seems to me" I exclaim "as though we're running on the I look ahead, not turning back,
spot" the way it's meant to be.
"Maybe so" a brawny guy grumbles
We appear at once as bright dots Bellis Perennis
in the age of technology
in a giant hashish cloud filled with
sniggering industrialists
"Hilarious Hilarious"
Berlin 10:30am Good morning take your seats please!
It concerns a man from the Centre for Adult Education
who shoves me aside and cries "I have always stood
for the separation of the author and the work"
Right away I tell him a story
from my mother's childhood
a striking proof of my wholeness
and his silence is truly ambiguous.
He emerges out of this eternity in brown
corduroy "Do you know Hans Magnus Enzensberger's
renditions of César Vallejo?"
Presumably he knows everyone will love him
for that He prances about He needs to go
"If you don't get out of here quick" I boast
"I'll turn you into verse"
But he insists on a quotation
". . . had I never been born, some other sorry wretch
would drink this coffee!"

Translated by Marty Hiatt

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