Broken Time Machine Poem by Stan Petrovich

Hurled into the future
With stunning energy flowing
All around, he saw the death
Of the Milky Way, eaten
Murkily by the huge Andromeda galaxy.
His sun was gone.
But it was his spacecraft after all.
He roared into a star nursery
Newly forming,
And was engulfed by the dark matter
That broke his control.

Chilled to the bone,
He could not go back again.
He would not describe again.
He might not wish again;
Again he became a blazing star
And recreated life as he had known it
A long long time ago.