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A Shadorma
Quantum realms
time-train, Renaissance
jettisoned,
backward leap;
Da Vinci’s studio dark,
I wander throughout.
In he trods
stops and stares and I
am frozen...
“You have come...”
says he, “future one; come, sit”;
conversant sage smiles...
Somehow he
knew I would arrive;
together
we travel,
slipping across the light years;
I am elated.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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