It is a little more
Than a toe, a dip and some water.
If it is no more than a dream
Physics is become displaced,
And the notion belongs wholly to biology.
All that is sensed, but has no proof,
Is simple and nervous and electric.
It is within the body,
And is nothing more.
The future mind is within the person biological.
It is where everything splits.
We each carry our own enlightenment.
Any variation is by degrees of proportional
To the intellectual capacity and the will to explore.
And the future?
We who count on moments for life
Have our noses pressed to the past.
Our future partially lies lost, hiding
In what has already been.
The border of reality,
Our linear future
Shifts ahead of us.
It forever escapes our grasp,
The future is being made
Right here, and at once.
(c) 2018 Christoper Thompson
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