2052

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2052

In 2052 I will be 70-years-old
I will be ready to die

And if I am already dead, I'll finally let go
Because until then I'll hold on, just a little
I'll remain in orbit nearby,
checking in on loved ones
stroking cheeks with feathers and cloud dust

I'll be nearby and in the dusk
In shadows and in the rain pouring down

Although maybe, I'll be flesh and blood,
alive and complaining
moving with anger at what is failing
alive and refusing to let go even still

In 2052
My youngest will be the same age I am now
He will be fine
He'll be living his adult life taking care of his family
what ever that means then
children, cats, cyborgs, sister, partners and visitors
dear strangers passing
his kin
his work down here

I'm hoping this planet will be more focused around peaceful solutions,
caring and seeing eachother
I'm hoping there'll not only be tolerance
but love
I'm hoping vulnerability will be a token of strength
no longer overpowered by the pretence of control
no more puffy sleeves with known goals

By then I'll have driven my grandkids to all kinds of adventures
in my beat-up car that still glides on the old-fashioned paved roads touching the earth
where hardly anyone wants to drive anymore
I won't be afraid

My children will have taken me to fly in their brand new flying vehicles
we fasten our seat belts
but the computer does the driving
while we watch a movie
or eat cake

Riding bikes, wearing helmets
driving cars with humans in the driver's seats
these old narratives
will look irresponsible by then
my stories will show me up like an old hippy parent
who didn't know the first thing about safety

Talking about emotions will be as common as not knowing
how to talk about them was in the early 2000s
or during the 20th Century
at the time I was born,
which now is a distant extraction
a memory turned gray

The world will be beautiful in 2052
not because it's perfect and all suffering has ended
but because I'll see what's flowing forward,
the short moments where fragility and
the passing of time look like art once did

where nature and AI begin to resemble each other
where we know that everything is natural
and unnatural
where duality breaks

Then I'll let go
finally
content and ready to leave this planet
where I hovered possibly as a dead soul, passed too soon
too sad with so many unfinished cycles around the sun
cracked hope, loss and ungained insight
where I remained out of love

or maybe I'll let go
as an agony ant
with aching bones and a memory that escapes me
never content
hungry for more time

clutching at roses, pink crystal and amethyst
unfinished
alive, until my last breath


All images from Instagram by various and wonderful people who came to see me at Flow, Sunday 13th of August 2017. Thank you!

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  1. You have written very great the world will totally change in 2052, and if I talk about Music, the tickets to the best clubs, gigs, and festivals will also increase too much :-D

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