When Costas Regas bonds with his 90-year-old landlord, Mr. Hieronymus, and discovers that the
old man is editing the 20th century, that’s a fairly cool idea on its own, even without the
possible smidgen of backward time travel that occurs when Costas writes poetry.
Contained within the poem was a way to close a loop of time, pinch it off, and discard
it. I’d broken time.