Day 10~April 10th~Future poem

For today’s prompt, write a future poem. The future might mean robots and computer chips. The future might mean apocalyptic catastrophes. The future might mean peace and understanding. The future might mean 1,000 years into the future; it might mean tomorrow (or next month). I forecast several poems in the near future to be shared below.

VISION OF THE FUTURE
by John Yeo

The future is a blink of the eye
We have not yet reached the next blink.
The blink just gone by is history
A few blinks in the past I took breath.
My tiny eyes opened to a harsh brightness
Dazzling my senses as I came through
A red haze of darkness to here.

The eyes that see in the future
Mirror the magic of the past.
Eyes that have blinked attached to lives,
That built this present we inhabit.
When I sleep or my eyes are closed.
I inhabit a world of not now
From suspended animation I wake
Then I blink my way into the future.

The blind live in a magical present
Built by patient sensual impression
A future through the blink of a blind eye
Is darkness illuminated through love
Constructed by sensual expression.
“Amazing Grace how sweet the sound,
I was blind but now I see”.

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