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Putting November Before July

Unless those days were shortened, 
no flesh would be saved; but for the elect’s sake  those days will be shortened 
Moving between points of time 
Without strapping a rocket to this frail frame 
the reality, however; is through that glass darkly 
breaking through the gauze of sunsets, concertos, prismatic visuals, 
forgotten refrains, moments, hours, seconds (stretching), 
the rails of trains,... 
though dared through quarantine 
with the world watching and waiting 
the light to fade 
an attempt would be fatal to any human
time is an illusion; it is relative 
all plastered out 
spread eagle 
embroidered into this four-dimensional fabric of space-time 
tear it down 
rip it out 
FSU 
burn it to hell 
the ashes return to Earth 
ever so slightly younger than 
their identical twins that remain 
OR to travel wormholes between the fibers in the blanket of time 
while socially distancing one's self from: 
Infinite cylinders, 
black holes, 
or cosmic strings 
much more difficult than ripping down a pile of stone 
or stealing a phone 
to write an insipid verse 
 set to a beatbox refrain 
Don't tell me we don't have a time travel problem! 
With every one of these low-life, landlubbers 
tripping over their feet 
spewing Pavlovian apologetics f
or forces beyond our control.

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