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And What of the Ones Who Follow
I imagined the future of the world
as I pined over the stone
and fossilized words;
When kingdom comes,
like mammoths left
fuel to flow the earth,
we'll leave our shelters from the weather;
as confusions hibernate in the dust,
on tables of rust, dimly lit screens flickering through webs
and vines--
our songs, passing through chimes,
in orchards, rain micro chips and petals.
As the nectar of technology still moves through filaments,
for the newly emerging,
the world comes with instructions-
blueprints blowing in the afternoon breeze,
and our memory,
escaping the wind that drags our dust through steel beams.
Safety vaults are hidden away in homes
like treasures,
filled with recoveries, reprieves
and un-confided love.
We called it faith-
bound to language and tethered to time.
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