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Consider a Time Machine, 
and many have. Forget for the moment 
all arguments physic and industrial, 
complex, fraught and highly inconvenient, 
against. Ask and ye shall receive, complete 
with instructions and comfortable seating, 
the limited use of a tailored thread into 
the tattered past. Consider then the when and 
what for. A sniper rifle at Nuremberg 
would be good and right, but a chat with a certain 
wisdom, or front row seats for the 
God Particle’s first work, or another chance 
on that night in 07 stir something more. 
In the end I find I want nothing 
but to whisper a word in the dying ear of 
Herr Kafka. Why is a wormhole best left 
for the quacks. On a night splintered by reckless 
solar winds the desire is and is satisfactory.