I figure there must be a way
To travel up and down through time
To see again a yesterday
Or reproduce a future clime
To make the end of days come down
And shake hands with the first big bang
To rush a smile to a frown
And back again; to rehearse slang
From ages past, or realize
Over a length of ages hence
The ways that ours will normalize
And laugh, then, at our own expense.
I think there is a way: the mind
Can conjure pasts and futures find.
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