ever wake -
ever listen to sparrows
in the night?*
those owls of suburbia,
twinned with fox laughter
where once man made treading
alone into laughter,
now resorting to laughter among
numbers and the lessened joke:
less ****** exhausting
and more witty... oh what a
session in the gym;
pretty lady by a candlelight supper
in the 22nd century and no recited
poetry... what will the 22nd century
make of us: brutes? cowards?
decipherers? tentacles of politicians?
however it might be,
keep the threshold at 100 years:
50 years via 1950
and 50 years through to 2050...
otherwise you might lose your mind.