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Take each memory Tell one close to you, The Story The tongue will muscle the details Don't muzzle the truth, or it all fails, Travel in time isn't for the massess, The past is the past but by telling it now The Story passes the test of time, and makes it to the future wounds might not be healed, but sutured, history local or global or private were and are sustained by the verbal record, a spoken treasure, Like a DeLorean car, words tied to synaspses, flash pictures, smells and action, make movies for some, tales for others, that did not sanction, the telling of the story, minute paper pieces, microscopic chemical reactions recaptures laughs, tears of joy, many of sadness, and the events, surrounded by the madness of the days, so if this the case save Time Travel to books and fiction, or quiz history and historians, and was the truth told after all, forever after, but lean in close and whisper in my ear, I will listen through your tears, take me Travelling,... One Day.
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
The Telling of Our Stories And Time Travel
Take each memory Tell one close to you, The Story The tongue will muscle the details Don't muzzle the truth, or it all fails, Travel in time isn't for the massess, The past is the past but by telling it now The Story passes the test of time, and makes it to the future wounds might not be healed, but sutured, history local or global or private were and are sustained by the verbal record, a spoken treasure, Like a DeLorean car, words tied to synaspses, flash pictures, smells and action, make movies for some, tales for others, that did not sanction, the telling of the story, minute paper pieces, microscopic chemical reactions recaptures laughs, tears of joy, many of sadness, and the events, surrounded by the madness of the days, so if this the case save Time Travel to books and fiction, or quiz history and historians, and was the truth told after all, forever after, but lean in close and whisper in my ear, I will listen through your tears, take me Travelling,... One Day.
Reminded about the Time Travelers Almanac. Not a solid write, exhaustion has stepped in close, my time is not my own, weary to the bone, batteries in the flashlight are dim, and darkness is dragging me to places, I am not supposed to go. Listening to CBC, and "Time after Time" comes on.
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Canadian
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
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