Time Machine.
Time and distance.
Near and far.
And their existence.
Is where you are.
When time is just an arrow.
That points in the air.
No thickness or narrow.
Nether here nor their.
No mater how tattered.
And the things you tried.
All that really matters.
Is what you have inside.
Jim Raab.
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