by David Berger
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I’m here from 2082. There’s terrible trouble for you ahead. A new type of bomb. I’m not a scientist or in the military. I’m a teacher moving back in time. I can see you as I move backwards and you move forwards. I was standing in Times Square when the bomb hit. I think it was a bomb. What else would do this? I stopped being sane a long time ago. I resist nothing feel everything keep moving. Do you see me? Can you hear what I’m saying? Please touch me. I was born in 2018. That’s this year right? I’m not traveling down my world line. I’m traveling down yours. Please help me stop! I’ll tell you what the winning Powerball lottery number is for next week. A terrible plague is coming in 2020. There’s life on Mars. To hell with you then! I saw you die!
About the author
David is an old Brooklyn Lefty, living in Manhattan with his wife of 26 years: the finest jazz singer in NYC. He’s been a caseworker, construction worker, letter carrier, teacher, proofreader and union organizer. David loves life, his wife and the world. He hopes to help us all escape destruction.
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