A Billion Years
Either forward
Or backwards
A billion years
Is a linear perception
We can not possibly
Comprehend
What is now
Was not
What will be
May never
Giving credence
To Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening all at once
We are only experiencing
What we have right now
Which is this moment
Now this one and
The next one
And so on
For billions of years
Looking at the world through a windshield. 
I love this poem. The construct of time is fascinating to a speculative fiction writer, and the thought that it’s not linear is mind-boggling and exciting. Even it time does exist, a single human life, set against the backdrop of billions of years, is over the moment it begins.
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