Our Future

is the one envisioned by the past
because, when it finally arrived
we were still in blue jeans
and white t-shirts just like last year.

Though we felt silly
in our shining metallic jumpsuits,
our fishbowl helmets introduced us
to a strange new world, stretched taught
between earth and sky, that quivered
around our collective stare.

This was the distorted wonderland
promised by men of reason and dreamers
asleep at the speed of light
in a decade from then.

This was the technicolor entrance,
crumpling the senses;
a miasma of reflected light,
a kaleidoscopic crowd inflamed

in sensation, each heart thumping
feverishly, their vibrations reaching
through the air, imparting
the impression of closeness.

For one electric moment
we ceased to notice all the space
and saw our writhing mass
from the heavens
as indistinguishably human.