Grandfather Paradox on Film

I look back,

And know that was when I began to break

Or perhaps continued

The hairline fracture growing

Word by word and second by second

And that spread into an entire year

Of nothing

Blank,

Vast,

Nothing.

Too broken a clock face

To show the time

Yet too weathered

Not to show the age

I look back, turn back

One hand over the other

But now I know what I know

Now I wouldn’t go back

Would you?

I would

No, I would

Not for you

Or even for me

Not since I can’t

And not since

Then I might kill my grandpa

And rip the fabric

Of the time, I can’t get back

To the camera shop, again

To bring film to the darkest

Of midnight and black holes

And the endless nothing, all consuming

Last year.

-@apoem2you