Friday, May 20, 2016

8177. THE RUSH OF THINGS

THE RUSH OF THINGS
Here they load the horses, there
they drink the drinks. Then they walk
beyond the rest, sitting on banks and
riversides at leisure. I really can't tell
if it's the future or the past. As a kid,
I saw a movie, about a time machine.
It lands this guy in some future place,
but right where he'd always lived, and
his future-craft gets stolen and he's left
with a bunch of silent, happy people.
Sitting on banks and riversides at 
leisure. Until some nasty siren sounds,
and robotically they all march off.
Someone was drowning, and no one
raised a finger to help. I couldn't tell
then, and I can't tell now, what future
this was, or past this is. He gets his
time-travel machine back, but when
he leaves he wants to stay. And then
he returns. And that was that.

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