Slipping into the Present

A narrative
Is a machine
For sending me into the past
And the future
All at once
These deceitful stories
Make me believe
That there is so much more
Than just this moment
There are origins
Tomorrows
Yesterdays
Visions
Important outcomes
Rising action
Heroism
And there are these things
In fiction
But that which is real
Now
Otherwise farcical images
Will force upon me
Valuations quite unnatural