I tried a Puente poem today for the prompt, Paradox Time. Not sure I nailed the form, but the poem works.
Paradox Time
Past becomes prologue,
bleeding lessons into aether
as the signal echoes onward,
a beacon of hope
~and resonance heard, unheeded~
Prologue becomes the future
lamenting the bitter end
For time is a harsh mistress,
an unforgiving void
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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