Prophecies of Dystopia

Michael K. Spencer
Aug 18 · 1 min read

I will not return to the 21st century

It passes like, a rainbow of extinction events
A collapse of humanity, in an era of machines.

I do not hope to return to streetlights of history,
To be swallowed by a false immersion
The stagnant streaming of those half-lives.

I don’t miss the freedom from the tribe, nor
The ruthless hedonism of those years
They felt so fragmented among the growing shadows.

I will not return to the marketplace where dreams died
In uncertainty, and lives shriveled in dire isolation

I am not well suited to the times, I am wayward with
The anxiety of the zeitgeist, it drills into me with cold tears

I don’t have the patience to watch it till the end
Of my brief and biological years, like a simulation.

Because, I already know how it ends, I know the spirit of the apocalypse
I don’t need to ask for directions, to dystopia.
I’m well ahead of the times in dreaming,
Obstinate and infected by Black Mirror thoughts.

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Michael K. Spencer

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Blockchain Mark Consultant, tech Futurist, a prolific writer. Always writing. 🌞 DM me on Twitter for quotes: https://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelkspencer/

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