Poets before whispered thoughts of possible futures
half-truths about the world presenting itself
judgments of a place unknown.
Think of it
a time before
when there was speculation
on whether or not something might take
where the analytics
and the whole argument for the inclusion of video games
was that they might improve your hand-eye coordination.
And then nothing
an abyss of space
an amount of time
where we reinvent the automobile
again and again
until horses are no longer referenced
and people are who they create themselves
to be in a space so incredibly defined
but lacking in definition.
And we walk on
holding hands and the sun will rise tomorrow
and we walk on
silhouettes in a fever dream
moments lost forever
in a rain storm
of digital infatuation.