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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