I hold this tiny machine in my hand,
an object shining by the moon glad,
which can take me to future or past
that beautiful abyss where joy is vast.
"Command O lord", it spoke solemnly
"I shall fulfill thy wish in a jiffy".
Gazed I at the tiny dial wound by chain
and closed my palm around this gain.
'Should I go forward ten years?' ,I thought,
'and pursue the course I always want?;
'Or shall I go back to Christ of Nazareth
and save him from impending death?'
Moon from atop beamed at pondering me,
"O Lad! realize that past is a mire
filled with remorse and unknown despair,
that wrings your heart with burden unfair."
"Look at my beautiful radiant form,
which was absent a fortnight in unseen gloom,
Seize the pristine present, O comrade!
that is brimmed with curious wonder and love."
A fortnight will pass with this object intact,
again I will be under this white cataract
searching for my wise moon in distance
but none shall I find in this sky's purse.
Tossed away time machine into darkness
for both past and future are a menace
to an aching mind full with unfulfilled
dreams for a life perfect and unsullied.
"I shall love today and not morrow"
whispered I to the gentle wind sans sorrow,
"Seize I will this dear and wild life
neither robbed by past nor future time."
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