In the Year, 3125

In the Year 3125, we have long forgotten about forgetting you.
and there lies the daisy of our diaspora, with its constancy-
like a minotaur blip, on a Theasean screen
Slumming with Cthulhu… 

where the thorns of angels  
unfathomed by the damned-
are precisely
your daily 
bread.

sipping mead from a funnel
of trans light enigmas
decoupled from a binary star
you grew up 
with.

Today.