Edgar & Drucila

A war-riddled dominion-traveler seeks 'discovery' in negotiated emotions with a lovely-lady and may not have the 'time-space' to write his own (Selfie) dungeon.

A 'classic' Romance of incomplete-distances readings for acquired possessions/dodecahedrons, adapted from the excellent themes/concepts from Somewhere in Time (Christopher Reeve). 

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EDGAR: Still don't believe I'm a Catholic man from a future-world, Drucila.

DRUCILA: A time-traveling watch-man with claims of bound-Romanticism.

EDGAR: I tell you in-truth this is legitimate consciousness of the self.

DRUCILA: Yet you claim you're a war-scarred writer with depression.

EDGAR: I'm torn, for I thought to find someone for studies and not love!
DRUCILA: This reads like some possession/persuasion tale for Earthling.

EDGAR: I can't help but feel this is my future-world fear of self-containment.

DRUCILA: When you find the time/space to awaken, you'll find me (again).

EDGAR: No, I maybe am wrong and feeling you're the one for this Selfie.

EDGAR: You're the aristocrat-lady of this more archaic Earth, lovely Drucila.

DRUCILA: You're claim-messenger of some future-world war-soldier of oil.

EDGAR: I didn't think to find a time-device in Egypt or you for self-studies.

DRUCILA: Why me, Edgar...and why must I endure a patience-test for you?

EDGAR: I think I'm torn and want you to think I'm torn, between war-and-time.

DRUCILA: I find you strangely-dressed, but smart; wits but self-worries, truth.

EDGAR: I won't let this become a Selfie-curse, for me or for a memory of you.

DRUCILA: 'Facebook' like, Edgar?

DRUCILA: Perchance I share your Catholic-faith and 'time-less' angst, Edgar!

EDGAR: You like my diner-table bread (Indian) recipe only.

DRUCILA: I reciprocate what I find for language-arts expressions in charm.

EDGAR: I'm still negotiating the distances of self-hesitancy; war-scars, Drucila.

DRUCILA: I can heal those.

EDGAR: Not in time, I say to myself, and I risk losing this 'chance' haunting.

DRUCILA: Keep me, or what you may keep of me (for yourself); let you heal.

EDGAR: You're already healing me, like the dowry of this (Indian) bread.

DRUCILA: Maybe I can wait...for you.

EDGAR: I hope you don't have to do just that...for bread (maybe).

PSYCHIATRIST: Back from war and hell and back to teaching (Dartmouth).

EDGAR: I was on a time-journey, and I met Drucila (a vision).

PSYCHIATRIST: This 'claim' you zoomed through an Egypt-portal to Drucila?

EDGAR: I told her I was scarred from war and simply negotiated charm.

PSYCHIATRIST: You insist you were seeking to find arms-restorations with her!

EDGAR: I know she didn't think I lost her to time and toys, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: You equally claim she 'thinks' you'll return (somehow).

EDGAR: Somewhere in time; and away from my world-of-toys, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: Facebook-like (good).

EDGAR: Thanx, doc.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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