Time Traveler

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As I could not be the amnesiac,

the man bereft of a past,

what else could I do?


Blackboards burning, seared chalk.

Equations read by most like hieroglyphs.

"Impossible," they said.

"He is mad," they said.

Impossible.


Weary, but I labor on

to discover my way

into the maze of time,

into the past, where I can save them.


My passion,

greater than the task

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