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"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff." -The Doctor in "Blink (2007)"

 

"Remember that time we.."

Her voice calls to me from tomorrow.

From yesterday. From a flat in England

in 1969, all **** carpets and counterculture.

All go-go boots and ginger hair.

 

"Can't wait till we.."

Her voice calls to me from today.

From nowhen. From the bed

a few blocks down the road.

All apologies and heretos

and whyfors.

 

"Spoilers.."

She says with a smile

that cracked on her face

yesterday and ends

somewhen.

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charles-barnett
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Dec 29, 2012
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