Time Travel in an Age of Stasis

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Our journey begins at the end of the world,
circa nineteen ninety
four.

A nine year old boy watches his mother
mourn,
her husband walk,
talking heads
on TV
forecasting shit storms.

He talks down
imaginary friends from running
away again,
and plays with
his siblings when they
ultimately refuse to
stay.

Before technological
advances that allowed him
a dance with
time travel,
watching daffodils
live seconds and
castles age a
century in
days,

even rain took
forever to
ripple on
pavement.

The story continues to suburbia,
circa the time we were
labelled
a generation of
entitlement by those who
raised us.

A boy of fourteen
told he’ll
be nothing if not
a dream gone to waste,
unwanted,
erased,
should you
deviate from the
almighty dollar.

But he forwards
another ten,
through lost loves and dead friends,
a believer in nothing born again;
every notebook
the years allowed
broken spines…

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