I travel through time without the usefulness of a watch

Intending to watch the ides of time sadly trot through my mind

                                                     A testimonial to the terminally botched

a train wreck for the tourist to ogle

I travel through time to grapple with the demonized deeds

                         To provide an explanation for the interested; albeit boggled

And to apprehend the opportunity that, to the left was pushed and left dismissed

Left for dead instead of for better or for worse

                        Reassigned as a lesser deed for lesser times on this proverbial list

I travel through time to feel the soil of sorrow underneath my par bitten nails

                                As I dig up the nettle of  never minds and never mores

Replacing them with salvation’s lightning seeds and with swifter ships which have sailed

                                                                              I watch the wide open gash of free will

The remnants of which are now scorched, incinerated and into this soil tilled

And I travel to see its train wreck on four wheels to find

Another option lays in wait for me; one sinister caveat emblazoned;

                                                                                                            Surreal

I travel through time to review the corpse

Not for the sake of some sort of macabre masochism of course

                      but in my mind’s eye to pulverize the heart’s slate and attempt to resuscitate

Divulge,

and with justified subterfuge reuse the refuse in an endeavor to rehabilitate

                                                                 A once illustrated love back to some useful state

To fill one’s hopeful lungs and with one loving gale and in so doing employ a faithful sail

To whisk those away who have sold themselves into the bondage of sin

                                                         And worn with bruised wrist the shackles of mistakes

And with its coffers, traveled swiftly into the kitchen to eat from Beelzebub’s plate

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