Prophet of the present, humanity’s future-
Less destiny, weep my words knowing no future.
Crying in space’s cavern, mourning musically,
Drown in tears the false prophesied child of future.
Stupid consumer-man, late post-modern wastour,
You fail to forget your by killing our future
When what is lovelier, fuller than desire
Knowing itself as always already future?
The drunken beauty of dawn: imagination
Returning from the science fiction of future.
Ontology of boredom: emptiness being
Unable to enter the presence of future.
Embryo-zombie, never born already dead,
Nicola feels a joy flying beyond future.