A Space Time Machine
by Marc Mangel
The leather and cloth time space machine
can take you any and more
than where you want to go
just now
wrapped in them
they wrap themselves about you
and their shroud
can fire you through all
they bridge space
they bridge time
and join you with
the eternal ones
who still use
their machines
what is seen
is not
what is felt
is not
what is real
is not
joyous in the
machine
sadness
without
a balm for life and a high
for low
it jolts
and spins
powered by you
the leather and cloth
space time machine
takes you on its
journeys
June 1973