Pursued by a Phony Deity

What is 
The policy concerning time travel in this poem?

Who knows? 

Sneezing is no easy matter,

Neither are the stars. 

The wrest is summer rain
From summer rain.  

~

All this 
Light,

Yet it was
At first 
Darkness,

No hands
On the wheel,

Yielding 
The 
Blueprints. 

~

Sometimes the ephemeral 
Almost poses,

The dream rattles its antlers,

At the curb
A puzzled moon
In the rainwater.

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