The future is defunct, with quantum lilacs
Throughout an April wavelength; it collapsed
With Fukuyama, looped the spiral sky-tracks
Implored by Sagan, spoke in time-elapsed
Photography instead of tongues, and shot
Its probes past Pluto, past the Oort Cloud, past
The singularity that three months hot-
Ablaze into the past would reach: at last,
The fruitful void. All memories appear
And grief is meta -- one recursive turn
To birth another -- but for now the sphere
Is blinking, drifting, staring past the burn
With little eyes; and though its light is far
Ahead, we'll best it to our second star.
1 comment:
I would seriously like to know how my typing in the stupid conglomeration of letters they give me is supposed to prove I have working brains, flesh and blood? I do, but how does that foolishness prove it?
The future forever beckons and in this materialistic, mechanic age, the only road ahead is between gadgets until mankind will fall by the wayside as a mere memory?
Sagan and Fukuyama, the Oort Cloud, la, your intellectual discussions seem to high for little me.
Excellent imagery in this very interesting discussion with some likewise interesting end-rhymes as I say "LYE-locks" and you appear to say "lye-LACKS." Guess we have differing pronunciations, eh?
I enjoyed it. Now what's ahead?! Oh....I typed in the letters and walking away, returning they erased it and have a new set which is more difficult to decipher...here goes...
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