Sci-fi is often dystopian: There’s rarely a view of the future where it all works out for us. Understandable, as it’s hardly blockbuster stuff:
2124: The Year the Earth was Actually Much Better
There’s plenty of utopias (perfect communities, evolved by design) it’s just that whenever you see one in a film, you just know it’s about to go wrong. (Demolition Man).
At least with dystopian projections you get the bad news straight away: Society has gone wrong, power has corrupted and yes, we fucked the future.
But what if …
Well, I woke into a dream and somehow managed to get it onto paper.
As I downloaded whatever was happening in my subconscious, I shaped it into a kinda utopian sci-fi poem.
Well, not exactly. Actually, not at all. But at least this time it’s the visit from outer space that saves us. An Andromeda Strain packed with bacterial hope.
Enjoy. The end is not nigh.
Forever, we’ll live forever
The storms took away the darkness, removed the night.
An asteroid saved us from a measurable death.
Somehow, in its intergalactic roving, the lump of rock and crystals picked up a cure.
A cure for everything.
However, it left the tonic only with one old man and a separated child - a stray girl. Wild, those witch green eyes.
An intergalactic heart beats.
‘Give me something to hold’ he says, ‘something neither yours nor mine’.
The child collects, delivers with a smile.
‘You’ll have me here, in my heart’ he says, and points with two fingers and two eyes….
Bent bones slowly straighten, eyes align. A burning sensation from beyond Jupiter.
A killer of time, because age would reverse and youth would shine.
Except, of course for the old man…
Sometimes the bringer of good news only lives for a short while.
Forever, we’ll live forever by Tate Ellis
I’ve some more space poetry but don’t tell Elon Musk. I’m off his Christmas card list.