Remembering the future we are
I saw the weirdest vision last night:
Everything happened like a dream, as if the whole world were in my room
Naively slumber-partying through warming global doom
Leaning into colonially stitched bean bags,
Sleeping in petroleum bunks between halves
Of Plato-caverned eyelid shadowed silos sleepwalking
With a knowing gnawing asking: how could I forget what is going to happen? I recall what hasn’t happened yet
Through current coursing choices envisioning us trapped in deranged divergent decisions and haunting descendant voices; generous generational derision from doomer boomers and doomer zoomers (plus millennials who doom even sooner) each begetting different visions
Remembering the future:
This made me remember– my first time staring out of entropy’s ember
Seeing how we're all asleep until we're not: awakening to a fierce future. Now
I see– the only way out is through it. Lights on– our only way out is through it.
Against ourselves, with ourselves; for tomorrow, today:
Remembering the future to illuminate the way. Like a flap flipping up
On a paper fortune teller, coming to understand it’s in our hands: we hold it all together
Crafting a new fate is ours to fold can be both a rude and bold activation
But shouldn’t our waking dream manifest rouse a mass moral provocation?
Because once we’re all remembering our future, daydreaming new homes and decisions
Together we’ll be achieving courageous collective sustainable visions.