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jump starting the time machine

you just sit there
trying to put your finger on it
the impossible
suddenly a possibility
—and you sit there
willing this something into existence
something you can’t quite
put your finger on

small spaces
become gaping holes
[you’ve visited time & again]
just like in the movies
or a thriller novella

and so you just sit there
acting out your parts in real time
as if nothing
had ever changed
every solitary detail fully intact
right down to the dog tags
on the siamese cats





november two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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