dear future yous
yes
you
in
the
silicon
dust
you eating grey putty
from the seed banks mush
you slipping across
the laminated british isles
firmware
forever
buffering
in
your
boots
to you i say yes
yes the sky was once a fantastic blue
and
the oceans any shade you could think of
and yes
the clouds
were the most perfect things
and
birdsong tho wonderful
was irritating too
( we did that -
they learned our alarms
in the citys
24 7
chiming
twilight
monochrome -
just ask the unabomber )
and yes
the forests
well
how to describe a forest ?
to you
who never
seen one ?
well
it was like heaven in there
like heaven in the woods
and i can only hope
you have wonders of your own
cos we had
one helluva
wrap bash
and
i can tell you this -
that suicide love ?
well
its
very
good for the appetite
kindest regards
the 20th C
from loverofsadness.net
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