If They Built A Time Machine

If they built a time machine Would I go forwards or back? And just how many times umpteen Would I go forwards or back? The real question remains why What would be the fascination? Being sentinel is to beautify, Herewith now, no affirmation Can exist better in time Then the moment we all call now To be alive is sublime, I can't just change course disavow. What's meant, from the beginning? Can't just move forward or back? Without slowly permitting I likewise to become, unstuck. If they built a time machine It wouldn't hold a fascination for me I'd rather have a painted silkscreen That momentarily I can see. Wet paint on canvas drying On this wall, I would gaze at you In love truly identifying Each rainbow colour brushstroke, hue. All for this one moment frozen I'd hold my breath and say Amen Frame what comes with corrosion Forget tomorrow never comes, again.