Time
machine.
Creation.
Different
paths,
places.
Different
times.
Dimensional
divide.
Bounded
by origin.
One
big time
machine.
Churning,
burning,
spinning
time
immemorial.
Convulsing
time,
space.
Bending,
reshaping,
formatting.
Dimensionally
complex.
Different
times.
Different
places.
All at
once.
Infinitely
so.
Machine
of immense
complexity.
Beyond
scope of
understanding.
Always was.
Always
will be.
All,
somehow,
along
for the
ride.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2024 21:14
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Comments1
And a wonderful ride that could be John.
Andy
One for the ages. Thanks for reading Andy.
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