the future is not made up of silver space cones
or computers gurgling their sickly data sets--
the future is instead made
of unexpected roses
of breathless lovers' feet
stealing away into the voluptuous dark
of songs given and songs received
of dawns never dreamed
and happinesses unforeseen
the future is made of soft children's hands
touching, new worlds birthing
the sweetness of secret words exchanged
in the silences of night
no, the future is not made of plastic and of steel--
nor of utopias, microwaves, or jets--
the future is instead made
of gloriously appearing myths
of wondrously fateful flowers
of strange and sighing stars
of fields beyond the world you've known
the future is no more a dream
the future is here--is now
Steven Holland
October 16, 2013
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